Thursday, July 02, 2009
My friends, tomorrow I am off to the annual brouhaha. I am adequately stocked with books, music, granola bars, embarrassment and schedules. The schedules so I don’t forget to do any of my heap of duties; the food because getting meals can be a challenge, books because a girl needs distraction (other than alcohol; there will be alcohol also); music because singing and shaking along work great as stress relief; and embarrassment because I am bringing both Twilight and Fall Out Boy’s Dance Dance and I am not, in fact, thirteen, or to be accurate, thirteen and well behind the times. On the other hand, screw the embarrassment. I’m an adult. I can be thirteen whenever I like. And boo to you.