I hereby declare myself a successful participant in June’s NaBloPoMo event. I do so with your endorsement; 65 percent of you who voted in the poll I put up on Wednesday said so.
Another 28 percent of you said I should get over myself. This is probably the correct answer.
The classmates’ happy hour last night was a gas. My high school class was enormous — about 550 people — and it seems like each time I go back for a reunion I find a few more people I haven’t seen or spoken with in a very long time. I didn’t get as freaked out about this one as I have with others, and that “Holy crap this is weird” feeling passed pretty quickly. Big fun, and part of me wishes I was going to the actual reunion tonight.
The rest of me is pretty damn happy that we’re seeing Furthur tonight.
OK. Mrs. Crappy is on her way to Columbus from Pixburke, which means I have just a couple hours to run some errands.