oh yeah, that's right, I'm doing ME.
I'm going to a MOTHERFUCKING business trip on MOTHERFUCKING Martha's Vinyard next week with my bosses, for the annual New England Teaching Hospital Compensation Conference. Sex sex sexxxxxxx. I'm pumped because I'm pretty sure that all I have to do is make nametags and tell people where the bathroom is, and I looked at the hotel and the menu for the catering job and everything looks phenomenal and swanky. Plus this will look damn fine on a resume. Ugh what luck.
Spent last weekend with Gragen in NYC visiting lots his friends, in addition to one of my favorite Smithies. It was great, if overwhelming. Staying out till 5am isn't my thing, and staying out till 5am and then sleeping (et cetera) on a hardwood floor is definitely not my thing, especially for multiple nights in a row. I met ten billion of his artisty bohemiany friends, most of whom were not under thirty, and they consequently didn't think I was older than twenty, so I was the babyyyyy all weekend. But they were very kind and welcoming and excited to meet me. I dropped a lot of money on booze and food, but it was so worth it. I miss the city. There's talk of moving down to Brooklyn with Gragen when I get back from Thailand, but that's definitely jumping the gun (or like eight guns). We'll see.
Four weeks till Thailand. Bought my ticket, waiting for my visa.
Lurking in my cubicle.
Spent last weekend with Gragen in NYC visiting lots his friends, in addition to one of my favorite Smithies. It was great, if overwhelming. Staying out till 5am isn't my thing, and staying out till 5am and then sleeping (et cetera) on a hardwood floor is definitely not my thing, especially for multiple nights in a row. I met ten billion of his artisty bohemiany friends, most of whom were not under thirty, and they consequently didn't think I was older than twenty, so I was the babyyyyy all weekend. But they were very kind and welcoming and excited to meet me. I dropped a lot of money on booze and food, but it was so worth it. I miss the city. There's talk of moving down to Brooklyn with Gragen when I get back from Thailand, but that's definitely jumping the gun (or like eight guns). We'll see.
Four weeks till Thailand. Bought my ticket, waiting for my visa.
Lurking in my cubicle.