Happy birthday to my brother Alex, who is celebrating in Heaven.
Add drunk tourists and a very worn out Lyndse, and you get a very boring Sunday evening.
I say evening because while I went to brunch, I went back to sleep and did not get up until 6:30pm.
THAT is because I woke up at 5AM this morning to meet my parents at their hotel and go with them to the airport.
Thankfully, they agreed to take my big VS bag and check it on their flight in order to go ahead and get some of my bulky stuff taken home for free.
They waited with me until 7am, which is the time the metro trains start running, then it was hugs and kisses, them through security, and me on a train. The sunrise was really pretty, but it was really cold. I got back to TMH, ate a wonderful brunch, and the rest is history.
I've been really restless this evening - watching some Sex and the City until 8pm when I Facetime'd with Jarrod (and Squirt!) so I could watch The Walking Dead. Jarrod had to change channels at one point during a heated kissing scene (that prolly turned into more, but he changed the channels just in case). At that point, Squirt was playing a game on his iTouch and could've cared less, but better safe than to pollute a mind. The zombie-ness doesn't even hold his attention for long.
I could barely keep my eyes open towards the end, but after it was over and we said our byes, of course I couldn't sleep.
The girls above and beside me enjoyed their St. Patty's Day apparently - there has been quite a few crashes and bangs, as well as a girl who just couldn't quite get her door unlocked - for an entire minute and a half. There was also somebody singing - just loud enough for me to hear her over my iPad...aisdjfo;aisdf;asdkjf;sldjkf.
Kids.
Hopefully I'll pass out soon...
*Until Next Time!*
No comments:
Post a Comment