When nothing else fits, pick up the pieces and move on.

I probably wouldn’t have written anything here today, had I not been reminded by the one person who doesn’t want to read it but will.

So here goes.

Perhaps it’d make more sense if I were devastated right now. I’ve never been that way. Pete and I finally broke up, and if we’d broken up in any other way then I might’ve been upset… but it just fell together perfectly.

I went to LA this weekend – had a fabulous time celebrating birthdays with wonderful, wonderful friends that I wish I could’ve packed and carried with me to Washington.


We drank daily, danced nightly, went to the beach, watched Girls, gossiped and advised each other, aaaand just had a weekend that I wished never had to end. But, alas, it did. And when I thought it might be a good idea to miss my flight and stay another night, a certain Debbie Downer pointed out to me that it’d be hard to catch a standby flight on Labor Day. So I went home, reluctantly.

But, on the bright side, Vegas is coming up in about a month, and I get to see some of these wonderful people again 🙂

It’s funny — that’s not what I came here to say at all. But, that’s all for now.


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