Well... there was some pretty serious baby action yesterday. I high fived a child, held another one, and watched a baby eat cake on his first birthday. It was a great day! I woke up real early and laid around trying to figure out what to do with myself. I decided I would call Jeff and see if he wanted to meet up to shoot pool. He did. So we did. We hung out from noon until about 1:45p and then I came back home.
When I arrived back at the mansion I found that Brian was still asleep. He stumbled out of bed and downstairs around 2:30p. I was enjoying a Crown Royal and cola and listening to Lucero. He got himself together and we took off for Kyle's house. I slept on the way, as I typically do when I'm in the car for more than 5 minutes. We got there and I ran into all sorts of friends that I haven't seen in a really long time. It was nice to see everyone, and the party was fantastic. The weather held up, and we spent a bunch of time outside watching some kids do some kid stuff.
Around 11p Brian and I left the party. I, once again, slept in the car the whole way home. I woke up, in the car, in the driveway to this girl that I know telling me that I should come inside and not sleep in the car all night. She had a very good point. From there my night gets a bit hazy. I was just a little bit drinky and very tired, but it was nice to come home to friends. If you see my previous entry, "The Time Is Never Right -or- These Words Are Never Right" you will note that the last sentence was "Maybe I'll get to see someone later...", I was totally right. I was very much ok with that, as I thought I might be.
1 week left in my 20's. 1 week left until I become a bitter old man. I've got to pack a lot of awesome in this week and make the best of it. I know, deep down, that nothing really will change with me turning 30, but I'll have that number hanging over my head for a little while. I'm looking forward to this weekend. I'd like to have some friends over on Friday to celebrate my last Friday as a youthful 29 year old... we'll see. Three of my four favorite girls (Mom being #1) are taking me out on Saturday, from what I understand... should be mighty interesting, but it's, once again, a wonderfully untouchable thing to have friends who care about you, and to care about your friends. I don't think enough people realize how important friends are. I do.
I'm all done now. Listen to the new Banner Pilot... all kinds of good. Perfect lyrics. It really fits in with me right now... I love it.
Goodbye blog. I gotta take a goddamn shower and get all ready to go to work tomorrow. Great.
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