This morning as I waited on the 19th and Market St. platform for the subway, a man dropped trou and peed against the wall. While I stood right there.
I am experiencing go-live night terrors.
The Embassy Suites lost my bag. The bag I keep at the Embassy Suites, and have checked every weekend for over a year, the one with all my toiletries and gym clothes, the one with my makeup and perfume and all the other shit I don't want to lug back and forth? Yeah, it's gone. I hope whoever has it really enjoys my Crest Whitestrips and old sports bra. Bitches.
My husband and son are driving down tomorrow to join me in go-live night terrors and lack of shampoo and moisturizer, and the weather forecast is shit for the next 5 days.
And I am going to have a drink. Right now. I am so not taking the subway to the bar.
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