Maeve - April 19th 1989
April 19th, 1989 Dear Jessica, Okay, I’m back. And guess what? I’m still in my bed, in my PJ’s, after getting up to make sure Dad got his breakfast and that he actually ate it. I have no idea where Mom is. It’s a rainy Saturday morning, and I have to go to work at 3. But I’m still on this post-boardwalk high from last night, and it may have little to do with the bumper cars and the cotton candy. Remember I told you I left the mall last night feeling like a complete dork, missing out on a chance to hang out with a scrumptious bassist and his equally appealing bandmates? Well, before I could find my keys at the bottom of my trusty, purple Jansport, I heard a voice yell my name from the other side of the parking lot. By the way, I have at least two dozen flash charms attached to my keys, so I don’t know why it takes me so long to dig them out. Though I lost my boombox and Snoopy charms and I am pissed. Anyway, I’m not used to hearing a random guy yell m...