So, the best part of going to DC is (of course) seeing my friend Amy.
(And God knows I wish I had the guts to meet these awesome bloggers. But, I'm chicken. And not cool. Also, I suck. I have yet to meet Nicole, and we live in the same city! Nicole, next week maybe? Jeebus, when are you moving?)
But the bad? Leaving the Targo. On my 30th birthday, I nearly committed justifiable homicide because he went to London without me. He had a lot of making up to do after that one. But, this year I'm leaving for my birthday. Does that excuse him from sweetness or giving me presents? I'm not sure. Maybe. Perhaps just the big presents.
All kidding aside, I'm leaving in the middle of DRAMA! I hate drama. I prefer the boring, mundane, snooze-worthy if given a choice. If you guys could, send the Targo many non-drama thoughts for the weekend. (I can't think of a better way to word that.)
Hopefully, I'll be able to be less vague (because really could I be more vague?) after this weekend. Many hugs to you, Interwebs. You're so awesome.