Everything is going wrong. As is to be expected in my life. Let's call it O'Brien's Law. So far, aside from being broke from all the moving costs, I failed my road test so I have to take it again in Nevada. Which should be fun. Why oh why did I take so long to try to get a driver's license? Now I really need it and I don't have it. So the first few weeks that I live in Vegas I'll be keeping some random taxi company in business. Yippee.
So I leave on Sunday. My mom is coming with me to act as my chauffeur (it just keeps getting better, doesn't it?) and my dad is meeting us on Monday. Because what's more fun than hanging out with two formerly married people who haven't seen each since they were both at the same funeral nine years ago? I can't think of anything, can you? And the hits just keep on coming.
I'll be back on September 30 and I'm here until October 8. My first day of work is October 9 so I have next week to get everything set up in Vegas BEFORE my first day of work. I wouldn't be coming back to New York except for two things -- my cousin's 40th birthday party and my oldest friend's wedding, two events I am very excited about and wouldn't miss for the world. Also, I have Yankees playoff tickets which, I have a feeling, will make the whole world seem rosier even though the only seats we could get were in row V.
I hope to see all of you on Friday at Double Down. I sent an invite but a lot of people didn't get it. Its on Avenue A and 1st and I should be getting there around 6:30 pm. Come on down. They serve something called Ass Juice there and you can't beat that with a bat. With my luck,after glasses of that I'll fall off my bar stool or lose my credit card. It should be fun to watch me shitfaced and crying on my last big night out in New York.
I have to go wrap more stuff in bubble wrap and tape up boxes now. If I never see a cardboard box again in my life, it will be too soon.
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