By this time on....

Thursday, I'll have seen 30 Seconds to Mars and Anberlin (I won the tickets in an absolutely unfair facebook thing).  I may have screamed out, "I LOVE YOU JORDAN CATALANO".  I also may have pissed off some quasi-goth girl by doing this.


Friday, I'll have landed in New York, and reunited with my boyfriend in the same old hotel we always stay in.  I will have already brought up to him that we should get wasted beyond repair and he will oblige me, because he is fantastic.

Saturday, I'll have nursed a hangover.  Eaten and subsequently thrown up some street food. Done the robot at some point (or multiple points).  Bought some books.  Talked to a homeless person.  Reminisced over my college years.  Gotten a piggy back ride.  Eaten at the ninja castle.  Cried because I missed my son.  Listened to some Lykke Li and spun in circles (okay, maybe not).  Gone to Central Park.

Sunday, I'll have seen Water for Elephants.  I'll have praised the hell out of my boyfriend. Inadvertently tripped over my own feet.  Felt socially awkward.  Hidden this by drinking too much champagne.  Done the robot again.

Monday, I'll have arrived back at home.  Hugged the hell out of my little goblin.  Sat on a plane next to someone who smelled funky, or talked too loud, or cleared their throat alot.  If I'm lucky, I'll be next to a cute Brit.

This should end up being an interesting weekend indeed.