walking back from breakfast on haight street this past sunday — a gorgeous sunny san francisco morning helped along mightily by the hangover-fighting effects of a wrap full of eggs and cheese and spicy sausage — the sign across the street said, ‘AWESOME SALE!’ in neon bubble letters, and i joked to josh that if we were running low on awesome after the previous day’s extensive barbecuing and beer drinking, now was our time to fill up.
of course at that particular moment we just laughed. ha ha, no need for awesome here, we’re having a great weekend in san fran with a bunch of college buddies. the weather’s perfect, we’re having a great time, we’ve got awesome pretty much covered. (heck, i even won a bunch of games of beer pong, which i never do; as much fun as i find that immature game, and how often i indulge, i never seem to get any better at matching ball to cup. this weekend though, i was on fire. maybe away games are my specialty?).
so yeah, it was an awesome weekend. it usually is when all the guys decide to do these road trip reunions once or twice a year.
but what about the rest of the time? i think i need more awesome, and possibly less comfortable. i mean, i have two blogs, neither of which i’ve written on in over a month — and i like writing. what’s the deal there? i watch too much tv and don’t read enough. i should probably find more ways to activate my brain instead of just stimulate it. i should probably learn new skills and do impressive things with them. i should probably get a new something and get rid of an old something i’ve had for too long, just to break the routine. i should take my girlfriend out on a fancy date to a place we’ve never been to celebrate once i’ve done whatever awesome thing i can.
i just have to figure out what that thing is first, and get down to it.
Visiting atlanta…