the kids can call you Ho-Ju
I believe it’s in a couple of hours now that my friend Ashley is getting married. that’s pretty legit. Ashley was a roommate of mine in college, back in the wild, wild days of my youth.
Ashley introduced me to my first college girlfriend — which I had for all of a month — and took me along once with her student government friends on a trip to the statehouse (read her comment at the end for the full story). she also humored me when I grew massive sideburns sophomore year. annd, she gave my dumb ass a tour of Evan Bayh’s office once when she was on his staff and lived here. she’s since moved on. that is a bummer.
I would’ve gone to that wedding. I got an invite and everything, but I ended up getting laid off, and then I moved, and this, and that, and then I moved again, and now I’m in DC. a weekend in Santa Barbara, California, would have been nice, and it would have been nice to show support by making an appearance, but I guess you can’t make everything. no sir.
it has been sweltering hot around this burg lately; on the scale, it’s somewhere between ‘as fuck’ and ‘as all get-out.’ it really feels like you’re entering a sauna when you walk outside. your clothes cling to your body, and you sweat in a matter of seconds. an oppressive heat. makes you want to stay inside, sit on your ass. not train for a marathon. I skipped running today. but it had to have broken one hundred, so I’m giving myself a pass.
