no sleep till.

oh, you know the rest.

we have returned to the place that used to terrify me with its loud sounds, horror drivers and finger-nail-sullying air. over the years, it has grown to be populated with friendly faces and familiar places. i can even handle the bqe without crying now (usually).

we rolled into brooklyn and went straight to etsy. our charming hostess, melissa, teaches public school until later in the day and anda opened herself up to some chilly canadian hugs so we had a place to land. when the etsy offices aren't entirely overrun with activity and meetings, our old friends there are usually able to offer the ability to plug in. after all, in the indie craft community they basically are the internet (no offense to other ethereal craft exploits, but...c'mon...they are our world's equivalent of the borg).

after some frantic chatting, some emailing, some wandering, some leg stretching and some eating, we made our way over to melissa's. we decompressed. we got a little caught up. then we motivated ourselves to make it over to melody lanes for a late game of ten pin before they closed. we are all atrocious bowlers but the place is great...and not just because of this guy (who got aitor a little too drunk on tequila).

oh yeah, i won. 78 is a pretty hot score, right?