window seat.

It's official; I booked a flight! I'm going to Canada!

After a particularly emotionally exhausting day (what with the excitement of my first shift at Ardene and the trauma and heartbreak of Michael Jackson's death) Scott called to cheer me up with exciting news: he'll be done planting the trees two weeks early! Apparently some business fuckup caused them to lose a pretty big contract at the end- shitty for their wallets, awesome for their girlfriends! I booked my flight the next morning (read: payday). I leave the 28th of July at the crack of dawn- and I have no idea what to wear! There's a lot of pressure to top last year's white cotton summer dress which he loved. (I wanted it to have a vague I-might-look-like-this-in-a-wedding-dress-someday vibe that one would only catch subliminally- or better yet, only realize years later when I'm seen in a real wedding dress. I think this year's should have more of a feel-free-to-whisk-me-away-and-marry-me-right-now-by-a-Michael-Jackson-impersonator vibe.) The only thing is, this year there are so many more factors! I'll be the one on the plane, not him! Is it cold up there? Will my hair frizz? Should I straighten it at 4 am before leaving or wear it curly? Do I wear a dress? Will my legs be cold? Will my arms be cold? Will my dress look cute with my carry-on? WILL I PUKE ON THE PLANE????

Oh jeez. Panic ensues.

Bref, I'm excited.

In other news, my district manager at Liquid caught me working at Ardene yesterday. Maj awk.

Excitement!