And every time I walk around my legs go whyyyyyy

whyyyyyy are we moving why aren't you in a big bubble bath soaking us after such a physically challenging week of working and packing and working and packing and then running all over the place?

My reply is it's only Friday and half a work day is left and after that you need to carry me to Tavern United with co-wokers to bid farewell to the lovely Mariah and have pints and probably calimari and maybe a salad, we'll see.

The original plan was to sit on the rooftop patio but it's raining outside so the that isn't an option so we'll grab a booth somewhere and get served by cute girls.

I believe they wear plaid skirts there.

If there are I will take a picture for Tony in his honor.