If all goes well...

...six months from now, I will be in Burkina Faso. Let's hope that interview today went as well as I think it did. Plan B is my 5 year high school reunion in Germany. I am both proud and ashamed to say that I haven't spoken to any of them since graduation day.
For some reason, I have the urge to show up with an incredibly buff, goodlooking guy in a Porsche. Even though I find incredibly buff, goodlooking guys endlessly boring and can't tell a Porsche from a Toyota. What's up with that?