So we're going to San Fransisco Kitchen on Main today. It's a tradition; on either of our birthdays, we go there for lunch. On his birthday, we brought his best man and his girlfriend. Oo, that's what I'll call her! MOH! Maid of Honor. 'Cause that's what she was! Anyway, this place has the best crab rangoon and rice noodles ever! I'm excited. Nan King has better chicken wings, but we can get Nan King any day. Today calls for tradition.
I can now call myself a 'twenty-something'. I just need two more years, and then to stop. 24 and I'm done. Gotta be able to rent a car! Don't care about running for office. I'll vote, but don't ask me to run anything. But, yeah, that's what I've always said: I just want to reach 24 and stop. Aging, that is. People say they want to be 18; what about drinking? So they say 21. What about renting a car? Not at the same time, obviously, but still!
Well, my word, but this entry is all over the place! Well, not sure what else there is to say right now. Will update later with how predictably awesome (or unpredictably awful, gods forbid) my day went!
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Randi
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