Grown-up things, irresponsible things, and adorable neighbors

Reese stopped by tonight to pick up my extra key and work out the details of taking care of Cleo. It's a little weird to leave for vacation without roommates to take care of things back here. I've been the last to leave before, to have to wrap up loose ends and whatnot. But I can't really remember anytime when I was both the last to leave and the first to return, thus in charge of all details while I was gone. To make me feel even more "grown-up" Reese and I sat around discussing bills and budgets and money. Blah.

Yet here I sit, less than 6 hours before I have to wake up, finish packing, and head for the airport; drinking alone and watching tv.

In the adorable, food-bearing neighbors category, two SPH-ers knocked on my door about an hour ago with still-warm-from-the-oven white-chocolate-macademia-nut cookies. These two, who's names I still can't remember, are so sweet. They scared the crap out of me this past weekend, knocking on my door a little after 2 am. They had noticed the lights on in a car in the parking lot, and as I was obviously still awake, were wondering if I knew who's car it was. Turned out it was mine, the seat belt shut in the door, dome light still on. I would have been one sad kid the next morning with a dead battery, if not for these two.

Right. Back to packing and drinking and sex in the city.