Long, successful, fun weekend. Had a blast in Fredericksburg with the lovely and insightful Rob and Eileen (ok, and Clifford too). Lounged, chatted, ran, drank coffee, visited bookshops, vented, philosophized, reminisced, and in general had a much-needed relaxing time. We went to a couple super cute bookshops that I would probably stalk/live in if I were a Fredvegas resident.
Great colors and perfect nooks.
Drove back to DC. Met up with other lovelies, put on our fiercest anti-Valentine's outfits, rocked to Beyonce, popped celebratory champagne, went dancing, gorged on late-night pizza, sparked up the hookah, jammed in the creepy Smoosh Room, passed out at 5:00.
Painfully good looking.
"We don't love the way you lie."
See-through black tank + black bra = totally appropriate.
Bidding adieu to old St. Valentine.
Passive-aggressive entry stamp, well done.
A toast to the future...
Stoked to have tomorrow off. Treating myself to a day of book reading, coffee drinking, and....a facial. Bahaa whatever. Nothing like a legitimate quarter-life crisis to set me straight or throw me completely off balance.
au revoir xxx
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