I arrived at the M.A.S.H. bash in a funky vehicle. Thanks to Katie’s friend of a friend of a friend of 10 more friends. And I had on funky pants. Closest I come to camo. (My truck friends called my look the *new* sand/desert camo. I had sparkles on these pants!) Although I did find an overwhelming amount of cool camo skirts this weekend, after the fact, at Marshalls.

Wind me up and watch me drink free beer! At about 9:30 I called Mark and asked if he still wanted me to come to Rochester to see him  (He had friends coming into town the next morning from Montreal) Of course he said…”Uh, yeah.” In his most pleasant, centered but always loving “My girlfriend is trashed voice”

So I say…

“Well, since I am sleeping with you, and not Katie…I will be on the next bus! Bye!”

Two hours later, (and a whole lot of cell phone calls to friends!) I’m slightly damp from the rain (and maybe a few spilled Labatts from a few hundred people) my pigtails askew…I arrive in Rochester. Off the Greyhound bus and into the arms of my love. And then dutifully fall asleep.

I’m classy, you don’t have to tell me twice.