No one has made any comments yet. Boo. I guess no one really reads this thing anyways.

Oh well... I got back form Connecticut today after a very interesting ride home with my aunt and uncle. Again, like Alabama, the trip was so much fun... but way to fucking short.

I have officially been promoted to the adult table. I got slipped a crapload of white wine and now know what really happened to my cousin's exhusband. Excellent.

Saw MIB2 with my counterparts Mike, Tina and Ian. Not as good as the first (we saw that together back in the day here at the Rio and there was a fire drill mid-movie and we had to go see the second because of sentimental reasons), but we definitely came away with some quality material:

Drop Your Weapon ............................... NO.

Boing-a-lang-a

Bitch.

A lot of people are sad when it rains.
It rains because you're sad, babe.

And, yes, we had our night of card games and bad movies, shared over a shitload of candy (we usually just get off on the sugar high... but this year we added a new berry brandy kick to the mood). That was hilarious. Sigh...

My cousin Pat got a new pool and deck (we had the awesome family reunion there) and we played one hell of a series of water volleyball. My team (Team Not Suck) vs. my brother's (Team Got Milk?)... you know who won. We kicked ass thanx to my cuz'n Fran's amazing serving skillz.

Went to a party at UCONN on the 4th... played some pong and met some new people. My 17 year old brother and Ian (who is 16) totally beat Tina and I. Humilation does not even begin to describe how that one felt.

I could ramble on forever, but I need to get my stuff unpacked and I need to get back into work-mode. I hate this shit. Mark my words, sometime before I die... I WILL just take a year or two off to actually enjoy my time and family.