Did you ever look forward to something so much that you woke up in the middle of the night excited about going?
Did you ever plan a trip that was going to be a really amazing 4 day weekend with some of your favorite people in the world? A trip that would involve a nice long train ride with a dear friend that you hadn't caught up with in like, forever, and have a few juicy stories you've really needed to tell her?
Did you ever psych yourself up to meet people who intimidate the crap out of you but that you were dying to meet anyway?
Did you ever buy a bunch of new clothes for this kind of trip, wanting to find stuff that looked exactly like 'you'?
Did you ever plan a trip that was going to be completely on-your-own adventure in New York, with restaurants and cocktails and museums and hours of writing and coffee with the ladies and... and... everything else lovely that you could pack into a girls weekend?
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AND THEN, did you ever send an email to your friend, asking what time the train left on Thursday and have her write back and say "you mean next Thursday, right?" with a little smiley emoticon?
AND THEN did you ever have your heart sink right down to your toenails (those toenails scheduled for a pre-trip pedicure) as you double-checked your calendar?
AND THEN did you realize that for FOUR MONTHS you've had the big trip (organized around a huge conference) written on the wrong place on your calendar? That you've planned this entire trip on the WRONG WEEKEND?
AND THEN did you realize that the only other weekend that you're out of town the entire summer is the weekend of the actual conference?
No? Yeah. Well. Me either. ME EITHER.
