I know I promised y'all part two of Uncle Mervie's Big Trip, and I fully intend to make good on that promise in a timely manner. However, this last week of my little summer break has been a continuation of the beloved whirlwind days of summer. 18 hours after arriving home from the east coast, I was dancing with these bears:
and John Mayer, of all people, who was weirdly awesome. Who knew? Bobby knew, that's who.
|My Happy Place: San Elijo|
Where I spent five glorious nights sleeping here
And I thought I'd be home snug as a bug in my home rug last night and could thus
bore regale you with tales from New London, but a funny little opportunity came up that I don't yet know exactly how to describe, so for now I'll just share that I slept here:
(setting my alarm for midnight to insert a photo of where I slept. If this text is still here at publishing time, it means that I forgot/slept through it/got kidnapped. I left contact info at my house)