Which moretti do you choose?
Today I found myself home alone and watching bad t.v. That isn’t uncommon but what made it worse were the texts I got from my brother who is currently taking over my old life in California. Ok so he is not quite taking it over since we share a lot of the same friends (although I think living in my old house and playing with those friends is pretty close to taking over). Anyways, he texted me that he and “our” friends were all together in “our” house. Ann apparently measuring Grace’s crookedness with Caren’s Pinocchio tape measure…
I guess the sad-sigh part is the fact that my friends were all together dorking it up, meanwhile I was home alone because my boyfriend is on some creepass “camping” trip (don’t ask) in New Hampshire. I guess I thought that moving to New York would mean I would always have something to do. Which in theory is correct but it would be nice to have people to do stuff with. Pretty much all my people are in California and I guess I didn’t realize how much I was leaving behind when I moved here until today when they sent me that rude picture that you see. I couldn’t help but think that I should be the moretti creep in the picture! Or at least alongside Daniel…
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This was truly a sad post!! If it makes you feel better, Abe judged us for our afternoon, which was Bed Bath & Beyond, Target, and Round Table Pizza, calling us townies when in fact we were in Daly City, not San Jose. I wish you could have been here regardless. But I’ll be unemployed soon and will fly out to visit you until you regret ever wishing you said you had friends there…
Also, this is technically payback for when I was all sad and lonely at Christmas and you guys were busy doing this:
Takes one to know one!
Haha Fair enough (about the picture)…I didn’t mean to emphasize the “sad” so much and hopefully somewhere there was a sigh…to Abe’s defense doing townie activities in DC counts as being townies especially since Daniel and Caren now live in DC…
I await our townie reunion in a few weeks.
Um, in order to be a townie you have to do the activities in the town you grew up in. Although we were doing townie activities, we were not townies that day. Thank. you. very. much. We are not DC townies!
HAHAHAHAHA
so sad.
Lesley, if it makes you feel any better, grace and ann were playing up north while i was mourning my youth. I’m so glad you’re 27 too.
Aww, I read this out loud to Grace and Caren while we were eating at Roundtable Pizza and it made us sad! Don’t worry, NYC is the place to be, just give it more time. You’ll be home soon enough to visit- I think this calls for a townie reunion (NOT at BJs).