My brother is in a musical. So, this weekend I spent a total of 12 hours in a car, with the flu, to be home for a total of 18 hours. I would only do this for my brother as he's awesome. Best part of the weekend? After the play some friends and I went to Chez Applebee's (because we rock it classy style in the suburbs) and who walked in? My soon to be 15 year old brother. On a date. I, of course, harassed him via text until he figured out I was 5 feet away. Man, I am a giver.
Side note, I so enjoy going home. Not only do I get to see friends and family, but my mom did my laundry, folded it and then gave me an Easter basket. I am so hopped up on sugar at the moment the world is vibrating. I am ok with this.