ERIN: Let’s go to Philly and do something unexpected and artsy and see Andy and drink coffee and read the New York Times on Sunday and talk about journalism and life and stay wherever, hotel, crash with friends, I don’t care, and have a great ass time!! And not complain, but if we must, we’ll call it contemplation.
Depressed talk? No. Wallowing in silly white-bread misery? No. Bitching, moaning, crying, whining? Quadruple no.
But contemplation? Always.
