The etcs, et cetera

Well, the last week has been about 4 weeks rolled into one. We finished packing and cleaning the apartment, had a gigantic party, and moved out. It is a good thing Llorin didn't see the place at 8:00 Sunday morning, because I think the Adams Mill Grill is cleaner at 8 AM on a Sunday that that apartment was.

The party was "off the chain", if you will. Arli and I forgot to take pictures. Oops. I think this masterpiece from Molly really captures the spirit of the night:

I think there were like around 50-60 people there at the height of the bash? Good times. We even had party-crashers and their etcs. Thanks guys! The jello shots were a smash success too.

So, after an exhausting weekend, we are now sort of homeless. We stayed two nights with the Euclid Street gang (thanks Mat, Sarah, Erin, and Joey!), and now we live with Megan, Michelle, Chris, Lance, and Rugby at Chez Shazam on Monroe Street. Hey guys, I ate a can of your baked beans! Sorry. I'll get you some more.

Yesterday, I went to have a second CT scan, and probs the last one I'll be able to get since I'm quitting my job and won't have health insurance, and even when I do, this will be a "pre-existing condition". Sweet. So, I haven't heard from my doctor yet, but the bone still looks wicked broken. I mean, I don't know what I was expecting, like some super-human bone healing shit, which is exactly where tons of drinking and eating pizza will get you. Which is exactly what life seems to have turned to the last few weeks. At least I don't eat pho every day. Sick.

Speaking of pho, that's what they eat in Viet-nam, and that is where we are going in less than TWO WEEKS. Holy crap! And since this is supposed to be our travel blog, I guess I had better mention something related to our trip. I bought some luggage locks yesterday, plus face wash. Oh and I also got a travel-size can of this:

The lady next to me in Target was saying something about a chocolate bar walking down the street, so I'm going to assume this is what she was talking about.She also said something about how she she did want other girls taking a bite of her man. Arli, how do you feel about that? Do you think this puts me at risk of getting chunks taken out of me in Luang Prabang? And would that make you jealous? Do they even LIKE chocolate in Asia?

Earlier last week, I noticed that while the shoe box for my new trekking shoes said "8.5" the shoes contained within were actually an 8.0. So that was annoying, and we have to exchange them at the store in NYC. Ugh.

Welp, aside from those thrilling tidbits, we have mostly been concentrating on saying "see you later" to our pals here in DC. Love you guys!