How my phone has not been lost, smashed, dropped in liquid, or some similar iCalamity, I will never know. Seriously, if that phone could talk...
Ok, so here are my thank you's:
Thanks to Blake for picking me up even though I should have been immediately suspicious of it because Blake is never so nice. Don't worry, he hasn't gone all golden boy on us. As soon as I got in the car he turned on 311, pumped up the volume and sang their horrible songs to me. Then he threatened to punch me in the face because I don't like ice cream, so an extra thank you to Blake for not doing so.
Thank you to Karen for saying the following random phrases: "Who is 311?" - I didn't think that was best-able until she said - "Did you ever see the Michael Jackson Delorean repo episode?" and for having the most interesting plan of attack against meter maids and booters.
Thank you to Chris for suggesting Atkin's Park which was, as promised, delicious and had the best people watch seats we could have ever hoped for. How the newest guy in town knows all the places to be is pretty amazing.
Thank you to the chick on the bike in a skirt and to her ass. Thank you to the guy with the Guitar Hero guitar strapped to his back like he was going to a show. Thank you to all the people dressed oddly similar, traveling in pairs. Thank you to the little girl with the big bow and her mom for being nice that the people at the bar all waved at her.
Thank you for that shared "You sing karaoke at the Clairmont too?!" moment.
And a very special thank you to the man carry the little ladybug-wearing baby in the palm of his hand.
Thank you to Joseph for always being like-minded with me on chicken fingers and for picking up my tab. I am also thankful that he never fell backwards off the ledge. Obviously all those kettlebells make for some damn good balance. Thank you kettlebells.
Thank you to Jolene for being my mfbff4l and for coming out even though Robbie was off on a Friday night. Thank you to Robbie for babysitting.
Thank you to Jeremiah for not making too much fun of me when I busted ass and my knee, as well as for getting me home. Even though you apparently robbed me of my phone and other quasi-important purse items, you still get mad credit for meeting me half way this morning. Also, thanks to your lovely finance for being cool about the fact that you had to do all that right when she got into town.
Thank you to Adam for that text message. It made getting my phone back that much more amazing.
And finally, thank you to my neighbor for finally turning off that fucking Britney Spears album you've been blasting all morning. It really has made laying on my bathroom floor much more therapeutic.
