So tomorrow I'm getting on a plane to San Francisco with Liz and Ava to go to a TweetUp. In case you are not an internet nerd like me that essentially means a bunch of strangers from Twitter are all meeting up in a bar and then ignoring each other while we post mildly witty (me) or hilariously amazing (all others) 140 character comments via our smart phones.
Liz is very in to Twitter and she's quite good at it. How she talked me into it went like this: get up on Christmas morning, open presents, drink too much champagne, ask if I want to go to San Francisco. I'm a hard sell, internet.
When telling Ava of our upcoming trip she reminded me that this weekend is the one year anniversary of the passing of our dear, dear friend Adam. Obviously we need to be together for this. Ergo, she's now coming with. We will drink, we will meet strangers from the internet in a non dating capacity and we will toast Adam again and again. We will also cry, but it's ok, it's raining in San Francisco so no one will notice. I miss Adam every damn day and I feel he would approve of this plan and somewhere he's laughing at the absurdity that is my life.
(I will inevitably be tweeting from SF so if you are bored and on the internet, this is me: www.twitter.com/ODDTwitter )