I feel like I’ve been running around like a headless chicken going to parties basically every weekend. I was very much looking forward to this weekend. Andy and I were planning on laying low. But now I have to go to a mandatory cocktail party. I can’t even really ENJOY said cocktail party because I have to drive there, and drive myself back home. I also have to take my smelly dog to the groomer, and go to the human salon to get my hair color touched up.
To make matters worse, the party is on the other side of the city, so it’s going to take me forever to get there. Not that it’s a long ride mileage wise, but it’s convoluted. Also, also, it would take me almost an hour and a half to get there if I took the train. Not sure if that time also includes the walking part, as the venue isn’t really close to the station. FUN TIMES.