So, the architect & I are having a party. It always seems like a good idea until I actually invite people & they start RSVP-ing, and then I remember, “oh yeah! People are going to come to my HOME! And they are going to stay until late! And I am going to have to make small talk and feed them, and what if I run out of dip???” (Because you know the world will stop on its axis if anyone leaves hungry.
So, anyways, I am having a party, and since I love you so much, you are invited. There are a few people I KINDA know from Portland that I only know through the internets. You are all invited. Because you are so awesome. It is August 9. I will give you food & drink, and because of my neuroses, you will not go home hungry. Let me know if you’re interested (and if you’re not, I won’t be offended or anything).
Also – A? I am eating a falafel sandwich right now. (Well, not as I type.)
And LA peeps? I can’t believe I missed the earthquake! Why didn’t we have any good earthquakes when I lived there?
Life is no fair.