immediately after amber announced our road-trip plans for the summer, (i’ve been alternating between squealing and practice-packing for the past 2 weeks…) we both decided we needed to take mini-vacations.
i think it’s worth mentioning that we did not consult each other when making these weekend-getaway plans, and this is not the first time we’ve both had the same thought pattern at the same time, an entire state away from each other and considered ourselves original. (case number one: earlier in the week we discovered we will both be in brooklyn for the same week next month. yep, us west-coast gals will be meeting for the entirely un-planned first time, about 3 million miles from our homes.)
you could say that amber and i are kind of like the same person. (PLEASE let that start some internet-drama where someone accuses us of actually being the same person. please? please?!)
anyway, we’re not the same person. amber’s holed up in a sweet beach-house in sunny california this weekend, and i’m forcing a boy i like very much to participate in some romantic-getaway thrifting in northern az. and you know what else? i can pretty much guarantee that between amber and i, i’m the only one who remembered to pack my favorite wooden road-trip outfit: