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Weekend, weekend, weekend ...

I am excited for this weekend :)! Not that weekend in Pittsburgh is not exciting, but I need a new atmosphere; I got an invitation from ibu ini to visit DC. She said that there will be lots of 17-an celebration on Sunday :D. Yey yey yey, it sounds so much fun :). Ketemuan ma temen nge-blog, meet lots of new people, go to another city.

Soo, although I feel broke, I decided to spend $99 to buy Greyhound (bus) ticket to DC. I will leave tomorrow afternoon at 1 pm, and will arrive at DC around 8 pm. What a long journey, compared to my last trip to DC (by car), that only spent around 4 hours.

Buut, still, I am really excited. Let's call it as a weekend gateway :D I am hoping to have so much fun there, and I will share the stories with you.

Happy weekend everyone, c ya next week!

Comments

Anonymous said…
Waiting for you here, dear!!!

Wow, Greyhound is that costly???? If I had known, I'd suggest that you come here using one of those Chinatown buses!
3:54 AM
Anonymous said…
mana laporan perjalanannya :D
12:01 PM
redwhitebride said…
slamat berlibur dan titip hormat buat sang merah putih hihihi...
ditunggu cerita dan foto2nya. :-)
8:28 PM
Harno Leonardus said…
Mit...pa khabar wah cerita tentang "ibu" di postingan bawah menarik banget lho. Blessed are they who love their mother so much. Anyway now I'm taking vacation in Phila. Have a marvelous day.....
9:01 AM
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