So from Thursday til last night has been very fun. And productive. Just in a different kind of way productive. I made nice with people I had talked to in a while. Made new friends. Got to see and catch up with old friends. And burned, probably, somewhere between 20,000 to 30,000 calories while on the dance floor. It was a awesome. And really sweaty. But still really fun. But now I have to switch gears and go to Chicago for a funeral. And while I stand in my room wearing the underwear I slept in, it has just now occurred to me I don't own dress pants. Technically I do, but they are about seven waist sizes too big for me. It'd probably look more respectful if I just wore my black denim. I don't know. Maybe I can pull off the over sized pants with a big belt and a tight vest up top. Try to do a Bogart look. I'm not a fan of funerals at all. I'd much rather stay in my underwear and crawl back in bed. I've decided to make a stop at this bakery in town before I hit the road, some fresh bagels loaded with cream cheese might brighten my mood up. And they will help me fit into the too big dress pants. Ha. Ok, I need to get back to packing now.
"He who doesn't fear death dies only once." -G. Falcone
