Girls’ Weekend starts tomorrow. It’s bad enough that (despite the fact I’d blocked my schedule off from 3:00 p.m. onwards) that I have a 4:00 p.m. meeting prior to the four-hour drive to get to the Beach House, but now I’ve just realized that my way-awesome new inflatable inner tube river floaty thingy doesn’t use an air mattress pump OR a bicycle pump.
Yes, folks, I may need to inflate this sucker with manual lung power Saturday morning. I suppose it’s a good thing that I’m generally full of hot air!
Oh well, best get the rest of my gear packed now.
Beer? No need – the brother-not-in-law is supplying that for me.
Sunblock? Check times three. Because I know how brutal the Columbia is!
Fun attitude? CHECK!
WooHoo! One more sleep until my first-ever Girls’ Weekend!