My third official vacation this year. It was kind of a mistake, but when you have to throw in your vacation requests in November, you're kind of taking a gamble, hoping that something will be going on/you come up with some plans, 10 months into the future. The plan wasn't to be enrolled in school right now during the summer months (I would therefore have a bit more time to truly relax during this week) but switching universities changed all that crap. Still have a lot of projects/tests to take over these next several days of PTO, but I figure I can still get something done in the meantime.
This past weekend Jon Scott and I went to Detroit for a rally where he won a super cute lipstick red 1965(?) Vespa SS 180. My hatred for the color red has been relinquished. We decided to ride it back home, as I had to be in Grafton so I could leave for Chicago the next day. He still had to get himself to Pittsburgh, however. Well, we made it. We stopped at a cupcake joint in Birmingham and were out by 2:30 or so. Arrived in Grafton at my folks' house by 9. My parents had dinner ready when we arrived and Jon decided he wasn't gonna mess with trying to get home in the dark, as the tail lights were out and it was still going to be another 4 hours back to Pgh. He made it home without fault the next day. I, on the other hand, have an ass that's bruised in at least a dozen different places.
Now I'm in Chicago. Jay and I spent the day drinking coffee, watching the balloon ladies and chicharrones men sell their wares on the beach shore, and riding bikes around Andersonville. Up next is pizza. PIZZA PIZZA PIZZA. No matter how many times I come here, it never gets old.
The agenda consists of Chicago for a few more days, a wedding in Pgh, then a weekend camping with some girlfriends.
Relatedly, Jay did a quick tarot reading for me today at Kopi Cafe and mentioned something about me cramming too much stuff into my life.
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