And go the the bar across the street from the laundromat.
Monday night is the night cute boys walk around in sombreros and wear beads and shout things like "Viva Cinco De Mayo!"
Anyway, last night I did the final San Diego loads of laundry. That's what things become when it's a countdown to moving. This is the last San Diego Chinese food and the last San Diego trip to Henry's Market and the last San Diego time that I'll watch Slo-Mo Skating guy slo mo skate down the boardwalk.
I can't think of any other lasts we've done yet... hopefully the last time driving a moving truck the entire length of the state of California (and I mean, LAST, because the next time we move our asses down here we are going to have enough money for a MOVING GUY too).
It will not be the last time blogging, FYI. Plan to continue the "crazy misadventures of a girl who should know better"-- so no worries on that one adoring public (Rene!).
Off to pack some dishes...
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