So, while I've been gallivanting around the world, a lot of my friends have been doing some serious growing up. Serious relationships, epic Facebook love declarations (?), engagements, diamonds, weddings, babies (!), property investments, job promotions. I feel like I should be concerned about this. I should be, hey? Yes, I should be. I'm gonna work on that, gonna start being concerned, and stuff, tomorrow. Maybe. Probably not. Is 25 old? Is it? I don't FEEL old, I don't LOOK old. Why is everyone doing OLD people stuff? (Because they're responsible, Cary) Wait, who said that?
Aaaand in the world of the care-free, unattached and completely irresponsible Cary: hangover is at bay, successfully nursed, supposed coffee date tomorrow with three very lovely hookers on the next door boat (I know, relax), a plan to rent a bike and go exploring and shopping at the farmer's markets tomorrow aaaand exciting news that we're off to Sicily, Sardinia, Corsica, Spain, Majorca, Minorca, Capri and possibly Greece in the next few months. Oookaytirednownaptime
