Well, Whitney might own a red coat, but she’s definitely not British. She’s organized a bachelorette party for me and 6 girlfriends tomorrow night. Two of whom are flying in from Far Far Away, one is driving from CALIFORNIA and the others are locals. I expect to eat too much and try to not drink too much all weekend.
I’ll have to warn them that I’m an idiot and scheduled myself to work on Sunday at noon. Oh well. I need the money and I can do retail 1/2 awake. I’m working the back-to-school rush at the off-campus bookstore on The Hill.
+ = sad