It wasn't until I got out of the cab at the Madison for Adam's going-away party (with Katrina, New Roomate Yvonne, and Old Roomate Courtney in tow) that I realized I had uncharacterisitcally left the address for Charles and Brendan's housewarming party, which we were supposed to go to following the Madison, on my desk at home.
When Sasha found out, she wasn't impressed, since we had alcohol and pre-mixed drinks waiting for us at their house, which had been transported by Sarah and Sonja. I was distraught, because usually I'm incrediably prepared for social obligations- with complete address, contact information, directions, and sometimes even a little map readily prepared in my wallet. I knew I had to remedy the situation.
"Why don't you just call them?" Karen suggested. "I would, but I don't know their number," I said woefully, my own neglect weighing at my concious.
"Well, do you know anybody who is going to be there?" Karen asked, grappling for a logical solution. "Yah," I told her, "but all my friends are luddites. None of them have cell phones."
There was only one possible option- walk to the close by Brunswick to see if Pierre, Jake or Drew were still living there, in order to get the new address for Charles.
Realizing that this was in order, last week I had suggested to Scott a weekend away at his cottage where I would arrange and orchestrate the therapeutic screaming sessions. Okay, I admit that this was initially just an excuse for me to go to Scott's cottage, but after finding this book (and subsequently stuffing it into my bag) it's clear that the Gods want us to go to the cottage. It's clearly a sign.
I plan on reading the book cover-to-cover and highlighting all the most important parts. I can't wait!
I met her at work, and after listening to talk about guys, I knew she'd fit perfectly into our household.
She's really tiny.
She listens to Spanish music constantly.
She just bought an entire orchard from the grocery store, and our shared fridge is going into convulsions from all the unfamiliar healthy food.
She is way cleaner than me, knocking me down to the third cleanest person in the house. Which also makes me the third dirtiest person in the house. I'm still not sure about I feel about this.