After the outing to Brooklyn last night and my half a personal day this morning, I feel much better. After work, Jill and I went to Gingers (ie, The Lesbian Bar in Park Slope) for a few beers.

We met up with Deana and her boyfriend and a few other people for what Jill terms The Feast, but is really some week long street fair way the hell out in Brooklyn. (I have no idea where we were, because I wasn’t paying attention.) We played soccer. A guy with a popped collar hit on me and I insulted him. There was good food. Then Jill and I walked back to Ginger’s. I called my supervisor on the way there (and I was a little tipsy) to leave the message that I was taking 1/2 a personal day. Then Jill and I spent four hours talking and bonding and I can’t believe I am leaving this girl, I am going to miss her so, so much.

An eventful Labor Day weekend is in front of me. Damn, I have a lot to write about. I’m also overwhelmed by some of the more bureaucratic things I have to do before I move. 

It’s a whirlwind, but it’s a good whirlwind. A good way for life to be. 

And this is the quote of the month: “You better not fail out of school with all your boy drama! You’re going to be supporting us one day!!!” From, who else, the brilliant Jill-IAN