You thought I'd forgotten about you, right? Hah! Think again. I've told myself that I'm going to blog every (week)day for two weeks, and achieve that I shall. Even if it kills me.
Good evening from Beechworth! And good evening from the tiny keyboard of my phone. I'm currently road-tripping with a posse of friends to Thredbo (I think), to hang out and climb a mountain of some sort (I think?) over Cup Weekend. To be honest, it was one of those things that I readily agreed to months and months ago, and subsequently tuned out of the flurry of Facebook messages that were involved in the actual organisation of the holiday. As a result, November rolled around and I realised I was going to spend five days as a single person with four couples. Which is cool, and I'm sure it'll be a blast of a weekend full of laughs and food and good times, but I also am bracing myself for continually being reminded of how very outside of a committed relationship full or otherwise of public displays of affection I am. In fact, I can hear Mike making out with his girlfriend RIGHT NOW. RIGHT NOW I can hear kissing noises. I don't think I've ever met a couple who kisses as loudly as they. But that's neither here nor there.
There's one other Lone Ranger coming apparently, as a replacement for a couple that had pulled out. I guess I can only hope that we get along somewhat well.
In any case, that's what I'm doing. Road tripping, and blogging every (week)day for two weeks. I feel like I've neglected y'all in too rude a fashion for far too long. I could bust out the excuses and reasons (and believe me, there are ample), but I suppose actions speak louder than words.
Gird your loins for some regular posting!