My Spring Break, One Week Late

Remember in elementary school, when every time we returned from vacation or break, our teachers would ask us to write a paragraph or essay about our time off, indicating what we did and all that good stuff? Well, here's mine! Excuse the tardiness, please.

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Friday: Dim sum, "Rango", and Half and Half with P and K.L. Wonderful girls' morning/ afternoon out; Din Tai Fung with N for dinner--ABSOLUTELY DELICIOUS, worth every minute of wait.

Saturday: Last-minute decision to attend Clippers-Cavs game, thanks to Craigslist and a dude who couldn't go because of work. Beautiful seats, close game, wonderful time. Accompanied by pre-game Porto's breakfast and one last trip to Glendale Borders even though I didn't need anything...

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Monday: Lunch with N, start of "The Last Song" on Netflix, Costco with mother dearest.

Tuesday: Doctor's appointment at CHLA,; dim sum with N; 24-hour Fitness, where I benched for the second time and it wasn't so bad anymore!

Wednesday: Not last-minute Clippers-Wizards game. DOUBLE OVERTIME, SO EXCITING. The rain stopped just as we got to Staples Center--must have been a sign!

Thursday: Lunch with N, followed by "Sing-Off" Reunion Show at the Troubadour with P and K.W. in the evening... What an adventure! :)

Friday: CPK dinner with WC, HYL, and N--the most I had eaten in a very long time!

Saturday: Boiling Crab for lunch--no wait, for once!

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Sunday: Lunch, grocery shopping, sundae for Sunday, Half and Half, then back to school :(

THE END!


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