Bonfire party last night…total success. I had a really great time–thank everyone who came so much! (and I understand that some people couldn’t make it…I don’t hold it against you)
It was a little chilly, but honestly, not too cold for the beach — kind of windy, but that’s to be expected. Heather came and brought some of her boys. Heather’s awesome sister Crissi came (someone I’m quite sad that I’ve just started hanging out with before I’m about to move). My mom came and people were vaguely amused by the sex and drug stories of her youth (I hope of her youth). Erin and Robby came and Robby pouted about his hair, but lent the roaming supermodel air to our group. We roasted marshmallows and hot dogs, consumed alcoholic beverages, BSed and reminiced, even sang the closing ceremony song from camp. We saw the phosphorescent plankton in the water and spit on the fire to put it out. And I learned that Chuck Taylor’s are NOT good beach shoes.
(mine look like these, only black)
The sand goes right in that part in the front, under the laces. Yeah…I brought a beach home with me.
We got home and I got on an OCD packing kick…got almost everything that needs packing packed. 
Today, went to Barnes and Nobel with mom so she could buy me books for ‘graduating’ (only an AA…but still worth presents!)
Tonight, my awesome awesome buddy Adam
(thank you for pointing out Adam, Sean)
is throwing a going away party for me and the boy–hurray!
Ok…gotta go. Stuff to do.
