change of plans

A bit of a change of plan last night - for me anyway; I assume my friends still went to dinner and the movie. But one of my other very good friends was having a birthday, so I went to join him for margaritas and Mexican food in west midtown at this lovely place called Toloache, which, according to their website, gets its name from a flowering plant that is used in love potions in Mexico. Que romantico! I just had a few Tezon margaritas and the Tacos de Pastor, which were both completely amazing. And then we went carousing.

Another reason plans may be changing is that my baby sister is having a baby - as I type this, in fact - so I'm venturing toward the homestead. But do I go tomorrow? Or do I go Monday as I had sort of had in mind?

Also, when I dropped off those three library books yesterday, I checked out twelve more, so I was really hoping to put a dent in those today. Not that my thesis is more important than my family, than my first nephew, than my parents' first grandchild, than my sisters. But a few days won't make a difference, right? The first few days the kids look kind of like elves. Not that elves aren't cute.

...Really it's just that I haven't had time to make a roadtrip cd, as is my tradition, something to sing my little lungs out to for several hundred miles. My dad wants me to fly. How do I tell him I want to be alone for so many hours? A woman has to have her priorities.