I don’t remember most of my days, let alone my best days. I’m not necessarily talking life-changing events or milestones… just days that went exceptionally well, days when my world didn’t crash and burn. Thank you, Bad Memory.
Today was beautiful, as are most of the days I recount on this blog. Here it is in bullet form:
- Cooked spam and eggs
- Searched for not-so-bridesmaid-y bridesmaids dresses
- Bought spiked nude wedges
- Happy Hour AKA “Recess” at Public School 612
- Macarons from Bottega Louie
- Chilled at the apartment
- Skyped with Ez
As I write this, John is composing a narrative version of our day for his own personal use. It reminds me of how different our AP Literature one-pagers came out after discussing the prompts and writing them sitting side by side. If only we had the time to pen our entire story, The Notebook-style.