It's that time again. Time to pack more clothes than I am ever going to wear into my backpack, along with too little sunscreen and barely enough music; pile into a friend's over-hot car and drive over the horizon.
ROAD TRIP!
No, it is not going to be some testoerone-fueled-Tom-Greenesque fiasco. This weekend is girls-only and these bitches is classy. (props to KLJ for organizing our asses). Think wine soaked, sun drenched, and estrogen sopped.
I see dancing, gossiping, sun-bathing, croquet-whacking, wine-touring and talking 'til we are so parched that we simply have to crack another bottle of that darling Char.
*soexcitedmustrunaroundincirclesflappingarms*
Reality...I will deal with you in four days time.
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