First, there was a half-hearted run that turned into a long walk that turned into breakfast: kolaches and coffee. Then came the getting ready, then the navigation, then Moo's high school graduation. Then, a ginormous lunch at P.F. Chang's, complete with TWO "oops, we accidentally made this... do you want it, too?" dishes. Naps and cards in the afternoon. X-Men III: Last Stand. Banging on the piano. Blogging to Sigur Ros with sister and her boyfriend in the background.
Vacation as it should be is a lot like coming home. Coming home is a lot like vacation. I'm just not sure which is which, anymore.
Posted by nickles at May 26, 2006 09:42 PM | TrackBackAnd what did Sigur Ros say when you blogged to them?
And I've gotten free food twice at P. F. Chang's. Mostly because they spilled the first dish and made another one "on the house." I can't decide whether that means service is good or lousy.
Posted by: funke at June 19, 2006 03:24 PMBOB!
I was totally looking up the name of some of that Sufjan music I stole from you when we were still living in Sugar Land. And google gave me this...where the lyrics are before this entry. MY GRADUATION!!! Good times. Good times.