The Sleepy Six.
ONE: Do not book a flight from LA to Newark, then Newark to Providence when you live in western CT. This is foolish because as you take off from Newark, you actually fly over your house. Even though we saved over $400 with this arrangement, it's still ridiculous.
TWO: If you are an east-coaster visiting the west coast, do not spend your mornings on east coast time and your evenings on west coast time. This will be fun, but will not lead your head to a pillow for 20 hour clips. Currently, I am using test strips to prop open my eyelids.
THREE: We went to the LA Zoo yesterday afternoon and wandered around for hours. We saw judgemental koala bears, huge tigers, and the biggest damn alligator I have ever seen. I added a pile of pictures to my Flickr account if you want to poke around.
FOUR: While we were at the zoo yesterday, there was a group of art students who were sketching the regal lion. Their drawings were excellent, and Chris and I found ourselves in the middle of their artistry pack. Feeling a bit foolish for not having a lick of artistic talent but never to be outdone, Chris whipped out his trusty notebook, borrowed a pen from my purse, and joined the fray. The girl on our right was effortlessly sketching this:
And my fearless fiance, utilizing precisely 2% of his actual drawing skills, created this masterpiece:
FIVE: The JDRF walk is Sunday morning in RI and we're traipsing back to RI for it. I'm excited to see my new hat (aLOL, Nicole) and to have my bridal party start their bridesmaid dress fitting process on Sunday afternoon.
SIX: The Sox are still in it. I can't say much more, because then I start to get nervous.
Another whirlwind weekend, but after this one, I'm doing NOTHING for several weeks. Except sleeping. And going to work. And blogging. And gearing up for some exciting things that are looming on the horizon.
But sleep is a friggin' definite.