‘Cause I ain’t no jiggerish whack girl
The office move is done. And now we are actually in a real office, not some converted 1950’s doctor’s office. Although I’ve been downgraded to a cubicle, it’s quite spacious, and it’s near most of my co-workers for added fun and conveneince. Plus, it’s a new environment to take walks in at lunch. And there’s a bonus BevMo just across the street for my weekend drinking convenience.
Speaking of, I must have really been sleep-deprived this past weekend. I had to call it quits early at happy hour Friday, which was a super bummer. But I did get to hang with J. Co and her bro, J. Dawg, who was in town for a visit, on Sunday. Then I keeled over and passed out yesterday evening around 9:00, even skipping dinner. My body don’ play, yo.
I buy my DC/NYC ticket this week. I also want to visit, while I’m there, the site of “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” and Studio 54. Should be thrills.
