Holy crap, it is already nearly a week past the bar, and I am in San Francisco in The Boy’s new digs (sniff, sniff), writing ONE LAST ENTRY before I head to Brazil and Argentina for a MONTH!!
I’m still having nightmares about the bar, waking up in the middle of the night working out the differences between California and federal evidence rules and applying adverse possession rules to my parents’ dilemma with their neighbors and their damn fence.
But you know what? WHO THE HELL CARES? I am heading South. Where caipirinhas, the beach, the Amazon, Argentinian wine country, all this awaits.
Thank you all so much for your support during the bar. I can’t wait to show up a month from now and share all my adventures, and to hear all of yours! Who knows what will have occurred in the blogosphere by the time I get back?! MY GOD, if Nicole Ritchie managed to get pregnant, who the hell knows what might have occurred. Pigs could fly, I could get a tan, I could get real drunk on caipirinhas (ok, I would put this in the LIKELY category), and dammit, you could be joining Lance Bass on the moon! (p.s. Um, Is it wrong that thinking about this I am getting a little anxious thinking about what you all might be doing while I’m away, what I might be missing FOR AN ENTIRE MONTH, eek?)
Anyway, adios, por un mes! Muchos besos! And whatever the hell that is in Portuguese!