The Road to Here

Took a few moments to stare at that first blog. Read it a couple times, from multiple viewing angles (most of which are at different points in my bedroom, having paced around a bit). Went into the kitchen for some tasty beverage. I'm back and still feel like writing, so here I am again.

I figured I'd start by recounting the events leading up to the page.

- My brother in-law, Gary, recently launched his own blog, Freelance Father. That was a big step for me. I've noticed a general improvement in his sanity since he started a couple weeks ago. He's a first time dad, which (as I understand it) changes damn near everything in your life. While my life is comparatively simple I thought I'd borrow his therapy method.

- One of my best friends, John, just came back into town for the weekend. John and I have been friends for about six years, and spent about half of that time as roommates. Two years ago, after having some career frustrations and ending a really bad relationship, he decided that he needed to reset his life. He loaded everything he owned into his car and the two of us rode out to Houston. It was, obviously, a one-way trip for John.

John's one of the wisest people I know. He's always impressed me by his ability to just make risky choices and live by them. A courage to live life that you do not commonly find. The two of us could always just talk.

Well, as previously stated, John's back in town this weekend. His grandmother (who he wasn't real close to) just died and he's back for the funeral. We talk regularly via phone, but y'know - this is different. I'd rather spend two hours on the patio at the local Red Lobster with some pasta and a beer, wouldn't you? We caught up and gave each other some perspective on life. Then I kicked his arse at Halo 2 and he redeemed himself by introducing me to the online comic The Order of the Stick and forcing me to watch the new Dane Cook DVD. John won this round.

- I got tired of being single and signed up for eHarmony. A friend from work, Maria, has been pestering me to do it for a while and I finally realized she's right. There's nothing to lose, and potentially a lot to gain. I've been sans-girlfriend since high school and while I want a relationship I think I've just been a little scared to put myself out there. I constantly refer to myself as "painfully single" but I never do anything about it. This ends now.

Also, I've got the distinct impression that my grandfather thinks I'm gay. I'm not. I know he'd never ask, but he keeps asking my sister Amy (Gary's wife) questions about my life designed to circle (but never directly address) my sexuality. It's entertaining (the indirectness of it), but it's also makes me feel a little pathetic that folks aren't sure about me.


I've got more to say, but it's my body craves sleep. More later.