We just dropped my roommate off at the airport for her move to Japan. I’m really happy for her but I am sad to see her go. We managed to have a pretty good going away gathering for her Friday night. I got a keg of Rogue Hazelnut Brown and she invited over her friends for one last hurah. Most everyone showed up and seemed to have a good time. Lauren said she did and that was the most important part.
So already a little meloncholy, I return home this morning to recieve an email from Delta notifying me of a change in my itinerary to NYC next month. Our non-stop flight from PDX to JFK has been canceled and they’ve rerouted us through Atlanta. The problem is, now we’ve got an almost 4 hour layover in Atlanta and I won’t get up to NYC in time to drive up to New Haven to check out Yale as planned. Ugh…I guess one of Monday’s plans will be to call Delta and see if we can get an earlier second leg of the flight.
Girls are confusing the fuck out of me right now. I don’t yet have the words to explain it.
Can I have a redo on this weekend?
