I cannot believe it. I planned this out for the last two months. I put it on my calendar. I hyped up the show to all my friends. I could not wait to see them again. However, that wonderful thing that is my so called memory forgot again. How could I miss the Mates of State show? Being that I drove three hours and fifteen minutes back from my brother’s in the Monday AM, had a hectic, full afternoon at the station, and got wrapped into great conversation with a friend, it can make sense. However, the string of profanities have not ceased since my sudden realization of this fact. Please, oh please… Come back, Mates of State. I will never stand you guys up again.
I had the wild urge to play some dodge ball today. I think it stems from thoughts of Japan. Being a camp counsellor, we had all sorts of great excuses to be, not act, like little kids. And my adventure there has come up a lot in conversation. On top of that, hanging out with my niece and nephew this weekend reminded me how much fun that was, not to mention the fact that at the end of the day, I wasn’t their parents. But yeah… dodge ball…
And it’s getting much, much warmer. Just in time for my trip with Muffin and Mary. And yeah… Frisbee…