I’m no lover
This limping business is getting on my nerves. I want to walk, run, and be outside. Haven’t a clue how I will go to a concert tomorrow night but it’s paid and I have to.
Sorry for bailing on you today, Kelly. I owe you a lunch/dinner!
I went to this small vintage postcard shop on Prince Street 2 or 3 years ago, accompanying Ashley on her search for a specific postcard. I cruised the shop to see lots of vintage postcards, inspiring, humorous, and nostalgic. The snailmail generation was on its way out when I came along. In a way, I miss it. I was thinking of heading back to the shop to buy some cards for a future project but while searching for its address online, it’s sad to say the small shop had been victim of gentrification when I read this NY Times article.
No prob, bob!
I had to shop anyway. It would be really mean of me to drag you along that in your condition (maybe I could have carried you, hehe).
I will see you before the month ends! I have the goods ready for ya!