BOA went really well, I think. Three minivans and a sedan made the trip up and my shiny black ride contained only myself, Alicia, and Kaitlin. Three hours of wandering around the Circle Center were uneventful. My pen leaked nigh continuously. LD Bell won the show.
On the way back we stopped in the middle of nowhere and stared at the stars. The sky was perfectly clear. We thought we saw Comet Holmes but it was hidden by trees. I found that out when I got home and looked northwest. It's bright as hell even in the city. Can't miss it.
My passengers had a few firsts on the way. Alicia had never seen fireworks inside the RCA Dome and Kaitlin had never seen the stars hanging in a country sky. Upon returning, we stopped at the Anchor, where Alicia complained about how tired I was and that I could kill us driving like that. I don't mind the complaining. I also didn't kill us.
And now we have a new day. My list of shit that needs done: Get a pie recipe to Alicia, contact Meagan and hand out the first driving lesson, work on biology and/or some lab reports, and finally begin planning the Thanksgiving bash in earnest.
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