*My mother had already had my big head to take care of for two years by the time she was 23 years old. I can't even imagine having a kid right now. But, hey, different strokes for different folks right?
*I've been alive for almost a quarter of a century; that's a pretty substantial amount of time considering that when I was developing my sense of time, I was less than I decade old.
*We have had 4 different presidents in my lifetime, including two double-termers. That is pretty significant, come on; also, these geniuses have managed to get us in innumerable wars/battles/etc. and have succeeded in destroying much of what the U.S. once was and stood for.
*I never, never, NEVER, imagined I would be who I am today or am where I am at. For better or worse, for knowing all of you, having my wonderful family and friends, I am pretty content with my here and now.
*No matter how old I am, I don't feel like I have ever really "arrived" at the next step or where I was going. Whether this is because I am always having to plan for the next thing, or whatever it may be, it's sometimes unsettling. On the other hand, I think that it keeps me moving forward as well, so I'm trying to live with this.
Off the subject from my birthday directly, this last week has been pretty interesting. On Thursday, while walking home at 5:30am from a night out, I was stopped by the police. They thought I looked suspicious and as such followed me. I was getting spooked because I walked through an area that makes me a bit uncomfortable at that time of night. After hearing a few sounds behind me, I pulled out my big, bad 1 inch pocket knife. As soon as I did that, the secret police in their unmarked soccer-mom van pulled up to the curb, jumped out and started yelling at me. One cop was particularly rude and was awfully pushy with his baton. "You aren't in the U.S. you know. You can't walk through the streets with guns and whatever you want." Suck it dude. They wanted to fine me 300 euros for a concealed weapon. but then let me go since I explained that we foreigners aren't well educated in international weapons and firearms laws. I should be a lawyer.
The following day I went to Carnaval in Cadiz. In a word, insanity. The city goes from a population of somewhere around 400,000 to over 1.2 million in a weekend. People come from all over the world to spend this "holy" festival with the Spaniards. Friday night is just a big party in public plazas and in the street. I was out until about 6 am with my friend Dave and had a pretty good time. I would say that the churros and chocolate on the way home were definitely the highlight of the event. Saturday is when everyone dresses up like on Halloween, most often in group costumes. A few of us went as the Ninja Turtles, yours truly being Donatello. Since I couldn't fit in a child's costume, I made my own out of basketball shorts, green tights, a green t-shirt and a purple pair of woman's underwear that I cut into my headband. About 8 of us went out together after a bit of a party in my friend Matt's house. We met up with another good friend Lolo and his friends from Granada...they are insane bunch. There were 7 of them dressed up as bees, going around the crowd buzzing, and "stinging" people with their tails. Needless to say, I'm looking forward to going and seeing them soon. My night came to a sudden halt with an unfortunate accident (no, not incontinence), but overall I think I got the idea of the insanity that is Carnaval.
Happy Birthday man. It's a little late but it still hopefully means just as much. As always, I hope things are going well. :D
ReplyDeleteThanks dude, it means just as much :) Take care and kick ars at ND.
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