The Short Trip "Home"

Haven’t posted in a while, and as I sit here watching Get Rich Or Die Tryin’, I've decided my time would be much better spent recalling the events of the last few weeks.

The engineering conference was about as exciting as you might expect one to be. At least the company footed the bill for a few good night of drinking, and I got to practice my German to boot. Oh yeah, and I got to see the Red Sox kick the O’s collective asses.

The week working out of the Baltimore office was equally as exciting, except I was staying at the Morelands' place in Annapolis. I had a couple good nights of drinking with Brez and Big Tom. It was good to reminisce about old times, and I am pretty damn psyched for Mr. Bresnei’s wedding. Three words: Open. Raw. Bar.

Now, speaking of weddings, as most people reading this blog know, Neil and Leah got married a couple weekends ago. Neil is one of my best friends, a former roommate, and my co-pilot on more than a few hastily planned trips and I couldn’t be happier for him. Now, that said, I expected a lot out of him at this wedding. Of course, if you were at the reception or, more importantly, the after party, you know that it was a hell of a good time, and it will be tough to beat. This is the first time that I’ve woken up the day after a wedding more hungover than after the bachelor party (though with my bank account in much better shape.)


I’ve got a couple more important things to mention on this blog about the last couple of weeks, but that’s just going to have to wait for another day. Fifty’s winning me over with classic lines like “I’m a gangsta grandpa, and there ain’t nothin’ you can do about it.” Gotta go get learned…