This weekend I went home and celebrated Father's Day with my old man. On Saturday my mother, Darren and I went out for lunch and I saw one of my old high school classmates whom I haven't seen since...well, probably since graduation. He was there with his adorable three-year-old daughter, and when I asked him what's new with him, he said, "Living in Rapids, working in Rapids. Going through a divorce, fighting for custody. Going to fight in Iraq in September. Other than that, not much."

Holy crap, talk about prematurely old. I'm pretty content with being a kid stuck in the city at this point.

All in all, I had a great weekend. Much better than last weekend when I spent all of Sunday projectile vomiting. NOTE: It was not entirely alcohol-induced. Also, my sister turned 24 on Friday...my she's getting old.