A short one before the long weekend

Ery fetched and sent me back home yesterday—it was terribly gallant of him! He even crooned to some Rod Stewart song whilst in the car because he knows I love him even more when he does that kinda thing! Haha, what’s the point of having a musician boyfriend if he doesn’t perform for you, right? In return I offered him a Parisian lolly (courtesy of a workmate who just went back to the UK for a family wedding), and we talked about the long weekend.

We’ll start off with The Reaping tonight, seafood across the causeway tomorrow, The Rapture on Saturday and end it off with laundry (at least for me). I’m looking forward to everything so much so that I’m whoohoo alright yeah!–ing at every 15-minute interval. It’s been ages since I chop passport, and Saturday will see the much-awaited reunion of some whacked-up friends of mine. Oh yes, laundry’s not some kind of band or club, it’s the rather dreary job of washing clothes, separating the whites and hanging, folding. Sometimes a girl’s gotta get down and dirty—no escape from domestication!

Whoohoo alright yeah!