Thankfully, Cory has answered the call and has put a party on the calendar for Friday to celebrate his uber-swank new apartment. This weekend was the epitome of sloth. Didn’t even venture outside the complex on Saturday, and Sunday we barely made it. It might of had something to do with the affairs of Friday night at the Abbey.
Ever have one of those days where you wake up expecting the worse and then have it do a complete 180 on ya? I had one of those today. Very surreal experience I must say.
It seems appropriate somehow, but the trip to Tahiti seems to coincide with a nice junction in my work life. I hope this bodes well for the future.