Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
My wife is or soon should be on her merry little way to D.C. for the weekend. She and a couple of friends are having a roadtrip weekend. They actually have a personal and important matter to attend to in them parts, but from where I sit - alone, no companion but Tivo and Ye Olde Internette - they're out having fun whilst I have none.
What my wife is seeing right about now: a sign that says 'Welcome to Virginia.'
What I just saw: A note I left myself this morning, 'EMMA BENADRYL TONIGHT'
Not only are my prospects for the evening way lamer, but apparently I have the syntax of a caveman. Also, I'm pretty sure I'm not going to run tonight. Or in the 10k tomorrow. Me sad.
So...what to do? It's been a while since I've been to the bar before dark...hmmm.
What my wife is seeing right about now: a sign that says 'Welcome to Virginia.'
What I just saw: A note I left myself this morning, 'EMMA BENADRYL TONIGHT'
Not only are my prospects for the evening way lamer, but apparently I have the syntax of a caveman. Also, I'm pretty sure I'm not going to run tonight. Or in the 10k tomorrow. Me sad.
So...what to do? It's been a while since I've been to the bar before dark...hmmm.
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