My Weekend. (A play in thirteen acts.)
Ah, let's talk about my most recent weekend fiasco, shall we?
I headed back into the Oaks on Friday afternoon for a night of Euchre and EDM without having to worry about the insanely inconvenient train times thanks to a friend who invited me to crash at her place. In fact, I actually tuckered out an hour before she did (thanks, no doubt, to all the dancing I did), so she gave me and another friend the keys to her place, we went back, and went to sleep.
I woke up bright and early the next morning and took a nice long walk to my hair stylists and got a much-needed cut. My friends were just waking up as I started the walk back, so I agreed to meet them at the apartment building.
( Act I: I thought maybe you had the key. )
( Act II: Maybe Mizzy has the key. )
( Act III: Surely, the landlord has a master key )
Ah, let's talk about my most recent weekend fiasco, shall we?
I headed back into the Oaks on Friday afternoon for a night of Euchre and EDM without having to worry about the insanely inconvenient train times thanks to a friend who invited me to crash at her place. In fact, I actually tuckered out an hour before she did (thanks, no doubt, to all the dancing I did), so she gave me and another friend the keys to her place, we went back, and went to sleep.
I woke up bright and early the next morning and took a nice long walk to my hair stylists and got a much-needed cut. My friends were just waking up as I started the walk back, so I agreed to meet them at the apartment building.
( Act I: I thought maybe you had the key. )
( Act II: Maybe Mizzy has the key. )
( Act III: Surely, the landlord has a master key )