I Met My New Celebrity Bestie

But she might not remember me

Photo by Nasim Keshmiri on Unsplash

If you want to be my BFF, come to Westerville, OH! I’ll be there at the end of the month.

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Happy Labor Day! You’re probably reading this on a boat or a beach somewhere. Maybe you’re floating in a pool or scarfing down burgers and hotdogs by a campfire. Or maybe it’s Tuesday because you don’t check your email on a holiday. In that case, welcome back to hell—I mean work.

My Labor Day is pretty much like all my other days. Because I don’t work in a traditional office (or own a lake house), I always forget that long weekends exist.

But this weekend, I treated it like it was a holiday weekend and it was kind of crazy. I did ALL THE THINGS.

So, let’s start with Friday. No, Friday kind of sucked. It was full of doctor appointments (just follow-ups, no worries) and then Adolpha’s friend was like, “Let’s make a movie tonight!” and so she was off. Except, she still isn’t driving much, and definitely not at night, so I had to wait up and be her chauffeur (the Hubs had to work all day Saturday, so I had night duty). I started watching A Discovery of Witches, which was a fabulous trilogy BTW, and I got hooked. I think the TV adaptation is pretty good, or it’s been so long since I read the books, I can’t tell what they fucked up. Either way, it kept me awake and occupied until Adolpha called for a ride.

They’d been filming on a local college campus and when she called she said they were done for the night and “near the library” as if I knew where the library was. So, I loaded up my GPS and set off into the night to try and find her. (This is where Apple people will be like, “She should have dropped a pin!” I don’t know what that means. I have an Android. I’m that person that fucks up your group texts. You’re welcome. Maybe Android has a pin-thing, but I don’t know. Normally, I deal with people who know where they are and where they’re going. Ahem, Gomer.)