It was a rough day with minor graces along the way. I woke up really late after partying down with Stacy and crew at the Ritz-Carlton, and it felt like I had drank the whole bar (I didn’t drink at all, save for a champagne glass of moscato). Dancing takes it out of me. I love it.
Emily had a birthday brunch, and Amanda was there. And then I had an impromptu movie date and checked out an Irish pub. And then I took myself out for frozen yogurt, and dreamed about the next phase of my life, which is taking a while to get here.
And you know me, Mr. Impatient. The thing about it is when it comes I’m never as ready as I thought.