A lot of you were like, ohhh Bailey you are so dramatic it will be FINE! Have fun swimming in your margarita jacuzzi, stop whining!
Well the reason I was so nervous, my friends, is that Pete and I have the WORST LUCK EVER. Like Murphy’s Law should be renamed McCarthy’s law, because you have no idea what COULD go wrong until you try to undertake something with me and Pete.
So the move on Wednesday actually went pretty smoothly. Pete came and picked me up from the house after his final, we packed our worldly possessions into the car, and headed to a super fancy Chicago hotel for the weekend. I know. Life is hard, right? I mentioned to Pete that maybe we shouldn’t leave all of our worldly possessions in the car overnight, but he was all, “It’s a super fancy hotel, we’ll be fiiinneee”.
Fast forward to 9 am the next morning, rudely awakened from the head of hotel security saying that he was EVER so sorry to disturb us, but our car had been broken into whilst parked in their garage. Luckily, our car happens to be Optimus Prime, and they couldn’t break through the windshield. But they did have to send it to get the front AND back windows replaced.
I hope you all have a margarita or six in your Memorial Weekend Forecast!