We had an awesome going-away lunch for Gina. This is one of the few reasons why I stay with this company - the partners in crime - a group of editors and writers and art & production people all laughing and eating and having a good time in the middle of a work day. It was like our own little Bloomsbury group or Algonquin Round Table, minus the booze.
Our going-away present for Gina was a ruck sack full of really useful stuff, like Reese's Pieces flavored lip balm, and sunblock, and gum, and books by Ernest Hemingway (the Africa-themed ones, of course).
I envy her this Exciting Stage of her life. I'm going to be 30 in a month, and I'm not excited or thrilled or terrified by it yet. Delayed reaction? Should I DO something to make it exciting and/scary? And if so, what?
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