Happy Birthday, Krissie!
Ah. What a relief. That dreadful weekend is finally over.
I swear, sometimes I really hate family.
On the bright side, Margie and I actually saw Mario Lopez selling hot dogs in Central Park. A girl hit on me in the train and led my very confused French relatives to believe I was gay, which was more than amusing. It was even better when we ran into her again hours later at the Museum of Natural History.
Oh, gosh. There was so much that happened that I wanted to write down, but now I'm simply too tired of it all. You know, I'm a straight-laced, pretty much sober girl, but that family drives me to imbibe in mass quantities of drinky drink.
Aight. I'm going to go relish in the wonderful time I have to myself now.
I swear, sometimes I really hate family.
On the bright side, Margie and I actually saw Mario Lopez selling hot dogs in Central Park. A girl hit on me in the train and led my very confused French relatives to believe I was gay, which was more than amusing. It was even better when we ran into her again hours later at the Museum of Natural History.
Oh, gosh. There was so much that happened that I wanted to write down, but now I'm simply too tired of it all. You know, I'm a straight-laced, pretty much sober girl, but that family drives me to imbibe in mass quantities of drinky drink.
Aight. I'm going to go relish in the wonderful time I have to myself now.