Memory

This past weekend was intense. To begin with, I drove about 2,000 miles in about 5 days. In addition, my grad party was awesome. Amazing amounts of Southern Comfort and Jäger Meister were consumed between only three people. This was all the result of brilliant planning. After every song on Rock Band a shot would be had. To the dismay of the liqueur, we played for two and a half hours.

Afterwards, everyone was wearing my pants. Juli wore my jeans and the two boys obligingly wore my pajama pants. I would like to say that they would never have done so sober (that perhaps I was clever in getting them to wear one-fish-two-fish as well as pink pig pajama pants) but these two are so chill and cool. It all goes. Lots more happened and it was a great evening all around.

My brother just handed me a move called The Prestige. Just from the cast, I can tell it is all around awesomeness. Check this out: Hugh Jackman, Christian Bale, Michael Caine, and David Bowie. A solid UK cast of attractive and talented men! I cannot believe nor can I wait to see this.

But it may have to wait. Saturday evening I leave for Sweden. I cannot believe where the time has gone nor how things can change. I like driving better than flying - the scenery changes more. Granted, planes have clouds! But the novelty wears off after the first four hours or so. I think I really am a sucker for traveling. It's the appeal of starting new. Fresh start. New faces. No biases. Second chances.