My own personalized version of hell will involve shoe shopping and furniture moving. And it will be really cold out. I got a little preview this weekend.
My parents invited me to come down to Boca Raton, Florida with them a few months ago, but at the time I didn’t realize how badly I’d need some sun and thought it might be weird tagging along with just my parents. They had an hour layover at Reagan yesterday, so I met up with them for lunch and tried to buy a ticket on their connecting flight, to no avail. I had a swimsuit, sunglasses, and a toothbrush in my backpack just in case. It’s a lot easier to do in romantic comedies I guess.
So now I’m still here and have to move all my stuff 4 feet next door to the other room (we’re taking turns with the small room). Meaning the few piles I’ve managed to eliminate in the last 6 months will be back, and those I hadn’t tackled yet will be emboldened by the veritable jailbreak of clutter.
My coworker JP tossed me two sweet tickets to Edward Scissorhands at the Kennedy Center. Besides being the only person there in apple juice-soaked blue jeans and smuggled Smartfood, I had a great time. I’m not sure how into theatre or dance anyone reading this is, but if you come across tickets or find yourself on the short bus labeled Kennedy Center, it’s worth it. The set was great, including a dinosaur 

