P.S.

Just think - in 26 days you'll be tan and more than likely have a drink in hand. 26 days!

GAP TIME

Last night, Gap #131 employees met up for a "holiday/our-store-is-closing" drink party. At first, I was hesitant about going since I know a lot of these people are really close friends, and while they are certainly friendly to me at work, I didn't know how we'd all interact when in public. I begged Adrian to come, even while knowing that he would hate every minute of it. He didn't relent so I went alone...and had a blast. It was seriously one of the best times I've had in quite awhile. These people are so amazing. Every single person who works at my store showed up - everyone partied like a rock star - and believe it or not, there wasn't any drama. Just a good ole Gap time with great people. People I have to say good-bye to in three days. That's the sucky part.

REASON TO HAVE A PRE-HUSBAND #67

Because it's just too damn hard folding sheets by myself. And even though Adrian always makes a big production of trying to fold the opposite way to what I'm doing (every single time, people!), at least the sheets get folded in an organized manner. You should see this mess I'm dealing with here.

POST & KEARNY

While downtown today, Adrian and I strolled through the Gap I will most likely transfer to. It's quite different from the one where I currently work. It has 3 floors (to a current 1); it has Women, Men, Body, and Kids/Baby (to just Women and Men now); it's got security cameras (hopefully, they're not just for looks); and it has TVs that broadcast Gap commercials all day long. So uptown. I guess I'm moving up in the world.