Ahhhh, yes. That’s right. Tomorrow’s official title of the day shall be: “The Road Trip of Absolute Fuck.”
Why? Because I got family members calling my party telling us at the last minute (literally, at midnight) that we have to leave the house in four hours instead of the original ten.
And then we got misleading hotels with their little misleading websites trying to fully charge us for a room we canceled out of even though they fucked up and gave us the wrong reservation.
Oh, and I have to find people’s missing belongings in the house BECAUSE THEY COULDN’T DO THAT THEMSELVES THE FIRST TIME
And everyone’s going to be jacked up on adrenaline and pissiness because of time restraints, so… yeah. Lots o’ fun. Seriously, if I somehow survive by Sunday night and/or don’t off someone, I will gracefully walk the earth for the rest of my life knowing I have survived "The Road Trip of Absolute Fuck."