I’ve grown tired of this blog and I’m pretty sure that I’m going to retire this thing the week before the wedding. Its been going strong in this form since June of 2001. There was an earlier incarnation but those posts have long since been lost in cyberspace. The highlight of those posts was the story about getting loaded at an AC/DC concert, getting topless, stealing an industrial sized arena broom, and playing air broom down the aisles of the Bi-Lo Center.


Kings of Leon were quite solid the other night. I feel asleep around 3:15am and was up by 5:45am for a 10 miler with Rick. He again ran solid. He was able to take 13 minutes off of his 5 mile time over the course of 34 days. I’m not sure that I’ve ever even heard of anyone doing that.


It appears as though I’ll be closing on the house tomorrow. That should be interesting. I hope all goes well and that there aren’t any surprises.


Weekends are pretty much full from this point forward. I’ll be painting bedrooms this weekend, with the only break coming in the form of a couples shower being thrown for us at Rick’s place on Saturday night. I’m told that everyone invited is planning to attend. I’m not sure why people like us but I’m glad they do.
The following weekend will see me on a deep sea fishing trip out of Charleston. All credit for organizing this goes to Rick and Derek. I think Derek would have preferred Vegas, but I have always wanted to go on a deep sea fishing trip. Apparently our voyage will be 12 hours and will take us into the gulf stream…Lopes says it could take 3 hours to actually get there. I’m praying that I catch a wahoo, solely so I can scream “Waaaahooooooooo” at the top of my lungs.