Well I survived the fever. It only lasted, at most, 12 hours. Very weird, but I’m eternally grateful to Tylenol and a little extra rest Thursday morning.
So… I’m on my way to New York tonight!
I got a couple text messages from Tuna Girl last night that prefaced, pretty much, how I think this weekend is going to go:
Message #1: Woooooo hoooooo!
(my reply: You’re drunk already, aren’t you?)
Message #2:
Message #3: Not me. I’m innocent.
Apparently, however, Patrick is as guilty as sin.
8:30 can’t come fast enough. 🙂
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