Oh, it's finally here -- The Pizza Luce Block Party. Well, it's tomorrow. It's almost here, I guess. And thank you, Jesus. I wasn't sure I'd make it through this week. Quite frankly, I'm not sure I have made it.
Car drama is still ongoing. Well, it's being fixed at the moment. I ended up getting it done in the metro, which means shelling out another $500, but there was a chance I might not get it home. Oh well. It'll all be over soon.
So, I'm carless and it feels alright. I took the bus to and from work today. Then when I got home, I walked to the grocery store and toted my party supplies home in my reusable (one of which is also made from recycled rice bags from Asia, made by disadvantaged and disabled women in Cambodia) shopping bags. You're wondering, aren't you? You're wondering if it hurts to be so good to Mother Earth. And I'll tell you, it hurts so good. It hurts so good to be such a good person.
(Seriously, I'm not that much of a narcissist. I mean, obviously I am to a certain degree. I have a blog, don't I?)
I had to get supplies for tomorrow, so I can provide yummy snacks for my friends. Sure, we'll eat pizza and brats at Luce. But what if it rains? We'll need sustenance while we're over here peeing, too. And after the Block Party's over? I can't go to the Country Bar anymore after last year. And quite frankly, that's about as far as I'm willing to go.
Shit. Macho Man is on his way over to hang out. Guess I gotta go.
Come to the block party, bitches!