This is the face a person makes when they have to get up at 4am but instead they wake up at 3:30am in order to get ready to make a 7am train to meet one of their closest friends in really real life in their favorite city in the world at 9:30am this morning.
I may or may not have crazier eyes that that when I actually see Andreas for the first time in 4 hours. It’s still up in the air. I already warned him I’m going to hug him. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED ANDREAS!
My hair decided to behave and I have a happy new shirt with a cowl neck which I remember telling my mom once that only very old people wore so I guess that means I’m an old person now, so that’s nice.
IT IS ANDREAS DAY. I can’t believe it’s Andreas Day. How did this happen already?
This isn’t a real post. I have to hit the road soon and still haven’t packed everything and also I’m jumpy-nervous like a looney and the cat is losing his mind and for some reason has decided the couch needs to be groomed so is licking it repeatedly and also making this noise: “Reeeooooiou?” and maybe he usually does that at 5:30am and I’m the one bothering HIM in HIS routine since I’m never up now, who knows.
ANDREAS DAY. Holy hell, you guys.
I will try to post tomorrow recapping our adventurey goodness but it might take until Monday because the post might be traditionally Lucy’s Football long. We’ll see. I’ll also try to post photos on Twitter and Facebook and such, if I don’t start talking to him and just never stop.
Here we go. My man Frank Sinatra would be proud, I’m totally leaving today to be a part of it, baby.