“well, i think i’m outta here,” she said.
“oh!” i moaned a little and made a sad face. “have so much fun.” she’s on her way to europe for like 2 or 3 or 92 weeks (at least it will feel like 92 weeks).
“we will,” she said.
“and don’t come back unless you have at least one story that starts ‘so we were in this hash bar in amsterdam’ and some souveniers,” i said.
“ok.”
“i’m serious. i’ll be pissed if there are no souveniers.”