I feel like it has been forever since I didn't have a packed agenda driving me from one place to the next.
The agenda - for the most part - is like a wicked step sister that you can't rid yourself of.
A good friend, and former roommate, visited over the weekend and helped me throw the ever-driving schedule to the wind. Instead of pouring over textbooks for hours, we painted the town - T-town - and made sure everyone knew we weren't letting the time of day spoil our plans.
Not even the blow-out side tracked us.
Have I ever mentioned I love being a tourist and finding the weird and wacky in my own town?






