At the time I was watching episode 5 of 6 Full House episodes and working on what would be the equivalent of my 3rd or 4th margarita, a thought occurred to me:
"Dude. I still have to pack. What if by the time I'm finished this drink, I'm totally loaded? I'll end up packing 7 pairs of underwear. AND NO PANTS."
It's cool, though. I totally remembered pants. I think.
ANYWAYS... back to the Full House marathon. First of all, my crush on John Stamos is now back in full effect. If we start dating, he's just going to have to accept the fact that I am probably going to want to call him Uncle Jesse sometimes. Eventually, he will grow to love it in a somewhat inappropriate way. It will be awesome.
Secondly, that show is funnier than I thought it would be. I'm like, 82% sure that the tequila may have had something to do with that. Or maybe season 1 was just loaded with amusing little moments. YEAH. TEQUILA.
Crap. It's late and I'm still WIDE awake. I know I'm only going on a little tiny trip, but I can't help but be a little excited. I'm still hoping to be able to take one big trip this year... hopefully on my birthday. I dream about hopping on a plane to go spend a week finding myself by getting lost in a big, new city. But in the meantime, I'm going to get lost by finding familiar things in a small city. And it will be lovely.
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I ran into John Stamos twice today on the internet? Fantastique.
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