So, it's officaly that time of the week again, Bobo Sunday. This is the day where I parade around town in a cute outfit, running errands, drinking Starbucks (only because they are the only place in town that takes my credit card, I swear I'd drink local coffee if someone else took plastic) and then I come back and pretend to clean my apartment. It's my favorite day of the week...green reusable shopping bags are a good look for me and I just don't get to carry them everyday. However, due to the obvious warm weather, my day may be cramped by morons and tourists who will make it impossible for me to find a parking spot downtown. Is it so much to ask that people don't come to my town to go to Faces, look at lesbians and hippies and eat at Fitzwilly's? I mean really, how hard is it to go to Amherst or Boston or Salem or something? I hear Keene's really nice, maybe these idiots can go there instead of crowding my streets to listen to that guy play the steel drum.
Aside from Sunday being my favorite day, because it's my relaxing day, it's also my least favorite because it means that the weekend is over and I have to go back to work for 8am tommorow morning. Kevin and I had a long weekend in CT, we saw relatives, went to the flea market, went to the vintage clothing sale (thanks Ross) and ate sandwiches. I also had bonding time with my favorite friends like Thomas (my business partner) and Kristin (our website designer). Brass Pony is on it's way off the ground, so watch out....
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