When the unexpected change in plans RAWKS
My calendar tells me that I’m going to Erie, PA from July 18th to July 21st. However, late last night that all changed.
As Lucy and I were talking on the phone, giggling about what we were going to do and fun it was going to be, we both lamented that it might not be the same without Stephanie. Sure, we’d have fun, we’d paint the town red, we’d get into all sorts of trouble, but without Stephanie, it just wouldn’t be the same. So I got this wild idea to fly Stephanie up from Florida to Erie for that weekend. Lucy and I bounced up and down at the idea, giggled a lot more, and sent Stephanie an email asking her how she felt about such a long flight.
Last night I sat on the phone with Stephanie looking over flights and what we were going to do. Finally we agreed that she’d fly here to DC and we’d make the six hour drive to Erie together. So we booked the flight, called it a night, and yours truly went to bed.
This morning I wake to an email from Stephanie saying she changed her mind.
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Heh, sort of.
Stephanie decided that what we really needed to do was spend our weekend of wild, wicked, girls only debauchery here in DC. She contacted Lucy, and between the two of them, they completely reworked the plans. So Stephanie is still flying in on Thursday the 17th, but instead of her and I getting in the car on the 18th and road tripping to Erie, Lucy is going to come here.
With Cricket being out of town, we’ll have the house to ourselves. So we began making even further plans. We’ll go out Friday, have a bit of fun. On Saturday we’ll do the usual touristy type things that one does when one visits the capital. On Saturday night?
All hell will be breaking loose at my house with a girls only get together. A couple of friends from work, a few of my other friends, plus the three of us. The plan is simple. A little nosh, a little drink, and lots of giggling and talking smack about the things that make us tick (read: talking shit about men).
I’m sure you’ll be able to hear us from miles away. Pay no mind to the sirens, I’m sure it’ll just be a little misunderstanding.