Ode to soda pop
I don't say "pop" anymore in reference to soft drinks. I say "soda". In fact, I think I made the transition many years ago, many years before moving to the east coast. Does that mean it was fate? I'm just not sure.I had a conversation this weekend about intuition and random happenings. It stuck with me.
This weekend I'm having a birthday party with four other people. There are a lot of September birthdays, I've come to find out. In fact, I work with or around 3 other people who have my birthday, the 24th. Of the 3, 2 of them decided to go in on this party. One of them is a professor of mine, and he's turning 60. It'll be a good party.
But that's this coming weekend and I'm barely falling out of the last one, which was way too much fun. Josh left this morning and I was sad to see him go. However, I know he's going to have a blast in Berlin so that's exciting. While he was here, we saw lots of Atlanta stoplights (I think we hit every single one at least 3 times), went to a reaaaaaallly boring Braves game, went to a reeaaaaally fun birthday party, and met the Coca Cola polar bear at World of Coca Cola. Josh, being an avid Pepsi fan, was attacked by the Coca Cola bear.
I had a really encouraging talk with my advisor today, and I'm feeling much better in general. I'm not sure, but I'm going to guess and say that Prelief is pretty much the best thing ever. At least that's what I'm saying right now.
Yay.
posted by Amber @ 8:43 PM
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