45 Hours, 25 Minutes, 7 Seconds And Counting...

I'm not excited to leave or anything.

Pajama night at the bar was fun stuff. Sitting at the 24hr Hotcake House at 1am in my pjs and a robe was....interesting. Some guy, who we're all pretty sure was a bonafide pimp, asked me, apparently because I had on purple, if I'd just come from the Prince concert...you know, because people always go to concerts in their jammies and robe. Things started to get loopy right around the time the food arrived. I still don't know what was so damn funny.

I'm excited to go, but I'll definitely miss here while I'm gone.