Back out the Front Door
Yeah, seems like it’s been forever. But its only been 20 days. And 18 before that.
I’m scrambling at work-work to finish up so I can get out of here around 4. I’m on the road tonight, driving up to NY to see a good number of the Misfit Toys. We’re getting together at Fortunate Son’s house for a weekend of silly, geeky guy stuff. And drinking.
So, for a few days, I’ll live and relive memories with some of the best people in the world. We’ll laugh and talk shit about each other, our lives and our friends who aren’t there. I’ll get to tell them about all the incredible things that are happening to me and for me. Things, good blog reader, I know that I’ve kept from you. Not out of spite, but simply because I’m living them.
And on the ride back this Sunday morning, chugging coffee and second guessing my fantasy football roster, all the new things here will mingle with all the old and familiar there… and I’ll be reminded just how damned lucky I am in my life.
