I feel like maybe this will be the perfect thing. (:
we got here safely, around 3 p.m., organized our charts of things to do while we're here, and took a glorious nappy. We're in the process (I'm obviously waiting my turn) of taking showers before we go to a comedy club. I love my friends and I love the way this trip makes me feel.
My gang of friends is the kind of gang I was always jealous of. (: I'm excited to do all sorts of wonderful this week. we're 4 crazy teenagers, after all (3 technically). (:
I guess I will keep this updated, as that is the meaning I started it.
Seems pretty dumb, as only one person reads it... and she's one room away from me. Whatever.