I have never been so glad for a Friday (#forreal). When I got home today, after the longest K ride/walk of ma damn life, I though I was going to collapse; for a minute there, it felt like a real possibility. Fortunately, I didn’t pass out. I mean, I wouldn’t be writing this if I’d collapsed. Logic, y’all.
Life is crazy these days, and it just got crazier: last week, I accepted an internship with Eater SF, and this week, I began my duties(!!!) What do my duties entail, you ask? Oh, a little of this and a little of that — research, mostly, and monitoring Twitter (which, as we all know, is one of my top skills, right up there with rationalizing late-nite J.Crew.com purchases and slashing errant adverbs with my trusty red pen). Anyway, if you read Eater and see posts by Eater Intern, c’est moi! Maybe someday, you’ll see posts with my real name.
That’s the good word — that, and I’m finally starting to like Campari. Ah, Campari, this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
There’s more news, of course, but my eyes are weary and my possessions aren’t packing themselves. Happy weekend, Garkyfriends!