It's Valentine's Day, the second prettiest holiday of the year. I was woken this morning by texts from my parents and later a long one from my mother asking if I had gotten the stuff she sent me and then me explaining that the mail doesn't come until later in the afternoon and that I wouldn't be able to get it until after my evening class. I love their holiday packages. Lance always sends a large confectionary package and my mom sends cards. I keep all of their cards. They are in boxes around the apartment and in stacks on my dresser. Cards are possibly the only thing that I keep over time.
Today it is also Marg's 21st birthday! Yay the baby is finally a grownup and the last of my friends is finally old enough to go to El Vez for tacos and endless margs. It's been a long six months, but now we can be together again. I spent yesterday getting cards and chocolates for her and my friends. I love picking out pretty cards and giving them to all of mt friends. Marg got a whole stack because there were way too many that I couldn't resist. She's also getting a pink Domo doll from work when we go out later. I have to use up a gift card so I'm going to spend it on her and because I have to drop something off at work for a friend and she'll be the one driving the car.
I also went to Wine and Spirits this morning, City Ave's ghetto-ey liquor store. It's really the only place closest to me that was open this morning, but Willa Cather says that everything on City Ave is ghetto-ey so I really didn't have any choice. It was me and a bunch of old men perusing the ailes for libations and thank god for sales because I walked out of there with several bottles of wine and only spent $20. And I didn't get white zinfandel. I did get chick wines but today is too nice a day for sugary crap. I think if I had gotten it Kate would have known and sent Batman down to beat me up. At work we are wine snobs. Can't help it, there's just too manyy good ones in the closet. Being a wine snob is kind of like being a gin snob, but I used to live in Stowe and that's basically what anyone is, unless you're Lance and then you just don't give a fuck. Speaking of Lance, two weeks until Key West.
Today it is also Marg's 21st birthday! Yay the baby is finally a grownup and the last of my friends is finally old enough to go to El Vez for tacos and endless margs. It's been a long six months, but now we can be together again. I spent yesterday getting cards and chocolates for her and my friends. I love picking out pretty cards and giving them to all of mt friends. Marg got a whole stack because there were way too many that I couldn't resist. She's also getting a pink Domo doll from work when we go out later. I have to use up a gift card so I'm going to spend it on her and because I have to drop something off at work for a friend and she'll be the one driving the car.
I also went to Wine and Spirits this morning, City Ave's ghetto-ey liquor store. It's really the only place closest to me that was open this morning, but Willa Cather says that everything on City Ave is ghetto-ey so I really didn't have any choice. It was me and a bunch of old men perusing the ailes for libations and thank god for sales because I walked out of there with several bottles of wine and only spent $20. And I didn't get white zinfandel. I did get chick wines but today is too nice a day for sugary crap. I think if I had gotten it Kate would have known and sent Batman down to beat me up. At work we are wine snobs. Can't help it, there's just too manyy good ones in the closet. Being a wine snob is kind of like being a gin snob, but I used to live in Stowe and that's basically what anyone is, unless you're Lance and then you just don't give a fuck. Speaking of Lance, two weeks until Key West.
