One Week to Go
This time next week I'll be sleeping with wires all over my shit trying to figure out why my time spent with my eyes closed hasn't been working properly. I'm a little nervous about it seeing as it's 1am and I am wired awake and didn't have a single drop of a caffeinated drink today. I have to be there by 9pm, so I'm guessing it would be a good idea to wake up bright and early next Sunday so I can actually lay still when I get into bed.
I don't know what to do for Halloween tomorrow. I have my own door, but I live in an apartment and I don't have any decorations, so I don't think I should get any trick or treaters. I'd like to have them stop by, but growing up we always stopped at the houses who had lights on. I never had any experience with apartment buildings. Plus, my building is full of the very old and the very just-graduated-college so there aren't many children who live here. I need to go to the store anyway, so if I go tomorrow I'll pick up a bag of candy just in case. My bet is that nobody stops by.
I guess I should talk a little more about the Halloween party at the bar last night. I got a call at 4pm from Curt with the message, "Halloween party at Murphy's Third Rail, meeting at Wally's new house at 8, be in costume." I don't have a costume, so I just wore my realtree greys and work boots (same shit I wore to play paintball). I was immediately dubbed "The MILF Hunter" when I got to Wally's place. According to the bar's doorwoman, camouflage doesn't count as a costume and I had to pay the $8 cover.
Little Dawggg was in town, so I called him up and told him where to meet us. He came too, but his costume was to dress the exact same as any other day and yell at people for not having a costume on. When asked, he was dressed as a porn star.
You can see pictures of Wally as Elvis, Curt as Jimmy Hendrix, Tara as a pirate, et all in my flickr photostream.
You know what else you can see in there? Pictures of a majority of the 1998 RHS State Championship Offensive Line. I ran into Maione and Stew! It was awesome to see them both and they are doing great. The both of them are helping out with Morristown's football team. Our D coordinator is head coaching there now. I also ran into a couple other dudes from high school that were hanging out with those two.
I also ran into Melissa. I had just been talking about her this week and then wham. There she is. Another really nice person I haven't had contact with since graduation and one of the few I really belive is truly nice, not just outwardly nice. She's working in an office in Flanders. She looks fantastic and still was just as much fun to have around as she was so many years ago.
Some people hate places that turn into high school reunions. I love em. I really like running into people that I knew back in the day. To this day I haven't had a more fun than I did in high school. Those were the days before bars and booze and relationships talking about marriage and interstate dating and bills and bullshit. Back then it was all about having fun and talking about what the future would bring. I miss that feeling. For me now, the future is either very clear (if I do well at my job) or very uncertain (if I don't).
This weekend was an all around success. I had such a good time. As with everything else in my life, once I have a chance to digest it I find places that could have stood some improvement, but that's just because I am always looking for ways to do things better.
I guess I have to relinquish my deathgrip on this weekend. I've been fighting against the truth that I have to go to bed, set my alarm, wake up, put on a suit, and go back to work all day, but I think it's time for me to throw up the French... er... white flag.
Goodnight
I don't know what to do for Halloween tomorrow. I have my own door, but I live in an apartment and I don't have any decorations, so I don't think I should get any trick or treaters. I'd like to have them stop by, but growing up we always stopped at the houses who had lights on. I never had any experience with apartment buildings. Plus, my building is full of the very old and the very just-graduated-college so there aren't many children who live here. I need to go to the store anyway, so if I go tomorrow I'll pick up a bag of candy just in case. My bet is that nobody stops by.
I guess I should talk a little more about the Halloween party at the bar last night. I got a call at 4pm from Curt with the message, "Halloween party at Murphy's Third Rail, meeting at Wally's new house at 8, be in costume." I don't have a costume, so I just wore my realtree greys and work boots (same shit I wore to play paintball). I was immediately dubbed "The MILF Hunter" when I got to Wally's place. According to the bar's doorwoman, camouflage doesn't count as a costume and I had to pay the $8 cover.
Little Dawggg was in town, so I called him up and told him where to meet us. He came too, but his costume was to dress the exact same as any other day and yell at people for not having a costume on. When asked, he was dressed as a porn star.
You can see pictures of Wally as Elvis, Curt as Jimmy Hendrix, Tara as a pirate, et all in my flickr photostream.
You know what else you can see in there? Pictures of a majority of the 1998 RHS State Championship Offensive Line. I ran into Maione and Stew! It was awesome to see them both and they are doing great. The both of them are helping out with Morristown's football team. Our D coordinator is head coaching there now. I also ran into a couple other dudes from high school that were hanging out with those two.
I also ran into Melissa. I had just been talking about her this week and then wham. There she is. Another really nice person I haven't had contact with since graduation and one of the few I really belive is truly nice, not just outwardly nice. She's working in an office in Flanders. She looks fantastic and still was just as much fun to have around as she was so many years ago.
Some people hate places that turn into high school reunions. I love em. I really like running into people that I knew back in the day. To this day I haven't had a more fun than I did in high school. Those were the days before bars and booze and relationships talking about marriage and interstate dating and bills and bullshit. Back then it was all about having fun and talking about what the future would bring. I miss that feeling. For me now, the future is either very clear (if I do well at my job) or very uncertain (if I don't).
This weekend was an all around success. I had such a good time. As with everything else in my life, once I have a chance to digest it I find places that could have stood some improvement, but that's just because I am always looking for ways to do things better.
I guess I have to relinquish my deathgrip on this weekend. I've been fighting against the truth that I have to go to bed, set my alarm, wake up, put on a suit, and go back to work all day, but I think it's time for me to throw up the French... er... white flag.
Goodnight
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