Ish and I leave tomorrow for Bemily's wedding in New Jersey. My liver has left my body in preemptive protest, and I hope I manage to find it before our flight leaves. Perhaps it is under the bed with Monster, who has also taken to hiding whenever my carry-on suitcase comes out.
I am very much looking forward to a weekend of outright debauchery, except I realized I don't have any clean underwear.
Now, perhaps you're thinking one does not exactly need "clean" underwear if debauchery is going to ensue properly, and I would probably agree with you. But I have to wear something on the plane.
And so it is again that I find myself making the very sad, very telling, very me decision that since it is already 3 p.m. and I have more work and other task-y things to do, that it actually makes more sense for me to run to the store tonight and buy NEW underwear than it does for me to launder underwear I already own.
This probably doesn't seem like the most sensible decision to you, but it makes perfect sense to me. Plus I always am a little tickled that if I use my special credit card, I will earn miles for my purchases. Which means, essentially, that my underwear will eventually be paying for their own flight. HA!
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Um, in other news, my a cappella group's website is finally up! And it only took...um, oh hey, lookit that. FOUR YEARS.
Shut up, I am totally on top of things. What? La la laaaaaa.
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So in the meantime, while I am off gallivanting and carousing and partaking in other outdated terms -- you might wanna take a look up there. Cuz didja notice? I updated my profile.
No, it was probably not worth the four-month wait, and it will probably continue to change...but it DOES include a photo of Ish from Halloween two years ago when he dressed up as Ike Turner. (Yes, I went as Tina and yes, I had a black eye.)
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Were you guys fans of Flight of the Concords? Yeah? Because LOOK HOW COOL THIS IS.