I ate lunch in this little restaurant/grocery store in Harrisville, New Hampshire that was STRAIGHT out of Glimore Girls. It was so Star Hollow that I half expected Luke to walk in, wipe the table down while I was trying to eat, and get exasperated by my fruity tendencies. (Because, I’m, um, soooo Lorelie. Heh.)
Seriously. This is what Harrisville looks like. It’s full of friendly, interesting looking people who all seem to know each other. I wonder if they have knit-a-thons, and starlight festivals, and a hilarious local nerd named Kirk. I hope so.
Life is pretty good today. Tonight I’m going to eat homemade Korean Barbeque, and then martinis.
I sat down at the computer to catch up with Sabres news, and there is none. I know it’s still early, but I was hoping that half the team would be traded by now. Move your ass, Darcy.