Florida Or Bust
Note to Self: Don’t go to the Rice Boxx 2 miles away when there is a Lover’s Eggroll across the street. Blech!
Tina’s posted a picture of last Saturday’s DorkoVision.
At my new job, one of my current duties is to write headlines for the markets we cover. Every Word That I Put In A Headline Has To Be Capitalized, A Practice Which I’m Afraid Might Spill Into My Everyday Typing. Either that, or I will start summarizing my life in eight words or less: “Woman Works Late Shift, Drinks Occasional Beer”.
After work tonight, (LL)Amanda and I are hitting the road for Florida. One of my best friends in high school is getting married Saturday night. Amanda, being a teacher and graced with multitudes of time as it is summer, is coming along for the ride (and hopefully some driving, too!). We’ll start the 13-hour drive at about midnight and hopefully arrive in Panama City early Friday afternoon. It’s a whirlwind trip: we’ll be heading back Sunday.
I’m hoping that I get a good story out of the trip. I promised Geoff that I would write some words for his next issue.
Ciao for now.



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