That was no bus, that was The Coolest Person In The World TM. It was her last night in town, and the first chance we had to get together. Needless to say, we drank too much, we ate too much and we had too much fun.
The RLA said it was a case of Thelma and Louise. I say, no, more like Patsy and Edina.

I got to bed at six in the morning, and I am proud to say that I was still able to get up and drive her to the airport a mere four and a half hours later. I still have it. Or I still have a functioning liver. Take your pick, sweetiedarlings.

I also have a new job. Don't expect me to be blogging it, though, there was a very specific notice in the hiring papers. It's only part time, so as not to cut into my gym time, or my sewing time, and it's only five minutes from my house. The dress code is jeans, and it involves something I truly love (hint, hint: fruit-named computers). I could not be any happier if I tried.