The and ever afters.

I know you totally barfed at that last entry. Deal with my happiness, even if I look slightly awkward wearing it.

This weather is anti-fantastic. I can hear the wind hating me.

Staying in to finish projects. I've deemed this spring cleaning weekend: home. Next weekend is spring cleaning weekend: self. Getting a haircut, manicure (what? Me?) and shopping. Shopping!

It's been a few years since I've had the freedom to spree. I'm talking since living at home six years ago long time. My self-restraint is magnificent and its the reason I'm here now.

I need May here now.

And you're gonna miss someone.

I could stretch that penny like a silver line

Rolling through the pages of my life

Underneath you name where it's underlined

I've been turned around

I've been mystified by a true love.

- "The Hardest Part" Ryan Adams

All yours.

Took Jesse home for the Easter weekend. His excitement to do so got me excited. Saw Grindhouse with the family. Hm. Probs not the best of ideas.

Train rides with him are always fun. Uno. Gin. Ridiculous antics.

His last two days here spent with a beautiful view. My friends...constantly amaze me. I'm lucky in about five million ways.

Surprise lunch before his flight today...surprise words leads to me grinning all day. That deli was perfect, mister. That mac n cheese said everything just right.

He'll be back soon enough.

All smiles.

You were my tangerine.

Monday. Official games night in 410. Uno. Sorry. Scattegories. Meesh & Ben = worthy adversaries in alliteration smackdown. Amy = made us all sorry. Lauren Ashley = cat story for the win.

Tuesday. Drinks with coworkers. 3d Meet the Robinsons with Boy and Rachel. Why am I crying so much?! Boy's last PMC for a while. He looked so dapper in yellow and his new Brooklyn hat. Wonder why he got that...

Boy's last week continues with dinner, show, and Sutra tonight.Also, Boy and Erica got matching reversible hoodies. Chocolate & Waffles. I don't think I'll ever stop hearing about it.

Philadelphia.

He took me by the hand and told me he'd take me to Philadelphia because I'd never been.

Saturday brunched in New York. Rented a car. New Jersey is such a bad idea. Arrival. Like New York with more space. And green. And less smells.

Walk about. Fake meat cheesesteaks. This boy and sneakers and hoodies...addiction. Exhaustion. Respite. Out again to drink Philly style with his (awesome) friends. Eva & Jessie & Clem & Joe & Marcos & Leigh. Car bombs. Bar fight. Next bar. Collegeville street ugh. Must pee.

Last call! Wait, but it's only 2 am?

How many Kevin Costner movies shall we watch? Grilled cheese room service. Is it 5 am or 6 am?

Sunday check out. Let's stay asleep. Wishes. Trudged to brunch. French toast to the face. Philadelphia Museum of Art. Mutters Museum of gross anatomy. Conserved body parts in jars. Skeletons. Disease frozen in time. Barfsville, USA.

Hey, let's go eat! Sadness - his favorite restaurant shut down. The reason for the trip...dead. Worn and in need of rest. Found mediocre mac n cheese. Movie. Back on the road, where I sit now with him & nofx.

Success. Amazing. Happy.

Ps toygers exist and I want at least five.