Last night:
- Awesome BBQ at Nick’s, with all-star food and a portobello-swiss burger
- Seeing a rarely-tipsy Justin tipsy, thanks to free beers in a luxury Busch Statium box
- Having my own parking spot downtown!
- A fun walk with my boyfriend, before meeting with friends at Jen’s building
- A view of the Arch underneath the trees!
- 5 couples… including, for once, me
- The last single event for Niki and Dustin.
- Being jealous of the kids who got to watch fireworks while sitting on a firetruck ladder! No fair!
- Arriving just in time to hear the B-52s play “Love Shack” AND “Rock Lobster”
- Amazingly off-beat dancing from some underage drunk white girls
- Snuggling for the ages
- Fireworks:
This Morning:
- Sleeping in
- Cheesy eggs made by a hot bearded man
- Skipping down the (rarely) empty street to Gelateria
- Getting respectfully hollered at by two old black men
- Fresh giant cinnamon roll
- Breakfast in COUCH BOAT
- Buffy Season 3 marathon
- “Justin, meet Faith. Faith, Justin.”
- Talking ’bout the future. Lots
- Nose kisses from Chauncy, with minimal resulting hives
Moral of the story: if you’re having one of the shittiest days of your life, it’s highly possible that in exactly a year, you could have a near-perfect 24 hours. So try to think of it as a good sign.
Secretly Stephie 