My sister Christina is here to spend the night before we head out to NYC for our big weekend in the city. Yes, I am ditching my boyfriend on Valentines Day to go away for the weekend and hang out with my sisters. He’s crushed, really. No obligations and he gets to sit around in his underwear and drink beer. I even bought him a six-pack. Tell me I’m not awesome.
We’re celebrating with a tasty, home-cooked meal (I made a stir-fry) and some red velvet cake (hopefully, we’ll see if I managed to somehow fuck it up). It’s a low key Friday night, but I’m just happy to have my sister here. Plus, we were out past one last night, so I’m really fucking tired.
(The show went fantastically by the way)
(We’ll ignore the fact that most of the audience left when I got up on stage)
(I blame it all on them needing to catch a train)
(I was left with a small, but very appreciative audience)
(Is this too many parentheses?)
(Probably)
(I just can’t help myself!)
Anyways, low-key Friday night before the big weekend in the city. Kristian is enjoying the fact that he will be a “free man.” And I’m going to attempt not to eat my weight in red velvet cake.
Do you have any fun plans for the weekend?
