I'm off to the Philippines tomorrow. Starting another adventure. On my own, one more time. Will meet new friends, see new places. Current Mood:
I dropped off the last luggage to storage. My whole life at home fits so snugly in a 5x5 space, and with room to spare.
Had a barbecue with the gang on Saturday, saw Harry for dim sum, dropped by the Bowen's, and had dinner with Phil yesterday...Sunday.
I have reunited with Ada and her hubby Jody, and finally met Mieke, their uber cute daughter. After 3 years, Andy (Ander Choi) somehow found me on FB, and I met his sweet wife, Linda, and oh so adorable, Hayden Maximus.
I saw my mother and Ken the week before I left for Vegas. That was good. For all of us.
I am sick. Too much partying in LV. JC and I reunited with Spence. Nothing good for my liver and kidneys ever come out of any of these trips. I love those guys to death. They sure know how to party better than rockstars.
Stopped by LA enroute back to SF and spent a couple days with GM. It was real good to see him. I missed him more than I thought. Then my illness was compounded by a spider bite which progressed to an even bigger welt than the ones I got in Venezuela. My leg hurt and I hobbled around for a few days. I'm on antibiotics, prescribed by Greg's roommate's physician bf. Amoxicillin, will wipe out my system for sure.
What a way to start a trip to third world countries.
I really hope I make it out of this one alive. Har har har.
Band Aids? Check.
G Goose? Check.
Backpack? Packed with not a cm to spare.
Cash? Oh shit.