She left for New Zealand for two years, this afternoon. When she came into the restaurant, where I work, this morning, for one last breakfast, she said “Next time you see me, I’ll have a kid and be married and then the good times will REALLY roll.” Which seems insane and normal and beautiful all at once.
I am so thrilled to hear about her adventures.
Before she left, she requested that we all dye our hair purple and shoot some pool. So we did. With a Barracuda vengeance.