*bud ump Drumpf*

I hightail it out of town to DC on Friday for VPA's and Maybelline's wedding. I'm of course jazzed to see my best amigo marry his sweetheart, but know of at least one person going who will put a mild damper on the event: my old roommate, Cora, whom I basically severed ties with after asking her and her boyfriend to move out some five years ago. I haven't really spoken to her since, but she FB'd me yesterday asking if I'd already booked my room, and I was like, "Yup. See you there!" I should probably take a cue from the Real Housewives of Whatever, and just let bygones be bygones. And I'm sure I will. I was just hoping it would be all or mostly people I'm looking forward to seeing.

That also brings us to the couple so not-of-the-hour, Sean (my ex) and Darryl. A part of me sincerely hopes that can't scrounge up the cash to both make the trip and book the hotel, but who knows.

I do know that Aaron will be there, and his flight home doesn't leave until late on Sunday, so we have pledged to go day-drinking together. After all the sister side stank-eye I'm going to be giving at the wedding, Lawt knows I'll need a liquid respite. If nothing else, I'm just happy to have a little break in my normal routine, a bit pricey though it is.

And speaking of prices, mine might just go up! My boss spoke to me for a second time about promoting me to a supervisor position. The first time, I declined because I just didn't feel I had the bandwidth. But last week when she asked me again, and after I had realized I was pretty much already doing the job, I was all in. She has to review it with my VP, and we didn't talk money, but I'm hoping for something that will silence the credit card lambs a bit. I just can't bear to be without my La Mer and Uber.