Becca‘s home, and her luggage might also be home by now. As of one o’clock last night, it was not. After almost meeting coincidentally at the same restaurant in Princeton (we didn’t because Denise and I ended up eating in), we met up at Starbucks and headed to Halo Pub for some tasty, tasty ice cream. She told us of her adventures in Italy as Sarcastic Rebecca and Hot Pants and continued to impress us with her almost-fluent Italian. (Sono disponibile is what she was saying I think, but I’m sure she’ll correct me at some point.)
Then we headed back to her house and ended up watching Willow. I had not seen the movie previously; it was suprisingly good. I would have loved it even more when I was younger.