That’s all I’ve heard about for the past week or so. I’ve gotten texts from Stacey nonstop. We even went food shopping together for the event. I made sure to get my s’more supplies. Jared helped Eric and Mack pack up Eric’s pick up with the tents and coolers and stuff. The only thing keeping me from this epic event is work. Ugh, just a few more hours and we are out of here! I took the weekend off, but promised Jack I’d work Friday night just because I felt bad. The crew is already there, getting the tents set up, and Jared is just waiting for me to finish and we’ll be on our way. He chose to take the bike because he feels it’ll get us there faster. Plus, if we hit traffic we can always careen around it. The worst part about this whole thing is— the shop is dead. It would at least take my mind off things if it were busy and time flew by, but now all I can hear is dripping from the leaky faucet and muffled talk from Jack’s office in the back. Ugh. I roll my eyes and pick up a wet towel.
