Vacation's over. I had a blast in the Midwest. Didn't realize how much I missed seeing a lot of my old friends and family (I use "old" to indicate that our relationship's started years ago - not the "old" in the sense that they are not my friend's anymore or "old" in age...that should adequately clarify or confuse).
The first couple days I was in Bloomington, IN to finish the last requirements of my Master's Degree. I guess the 7 minutes I spent playing scales, transposing, and sight-reading piano music indicates that I am, in fact, worth getting a TROMBONE PERFORMANCE DEGREE. Stupid freakin random requirements. At least it's done and I never have to worry about Db major arpeggios for the piano again.
On the 6 hour drive from southern Indiana to Wisco, I was lucky enough to stop just outside of Chicago in Munster to see L0bsta for lunch (unlike the crustacean, lobster, l0bsta is bearded human that plays poker). We got pizza. His mom made us a veggie tray. We made memories. Incidentally, the pizza was from Edwardo's (awesome Chicago-style stuffed pizza) which has a chain no more than 5 minutes from my friend's in Milwaukee...small world, L0b.
Wisco was great. Gained probably 50 pounds. Everytime I go home, even if the kitchen isn't over-stocked in preparation for my arrival, I still manage to run up the grocery bill - partly because the food is free and partly because the food isn't stuff I normally buy. Result? I eat waaay too much, but it's vacation so who cares? The grandparent's 60th anniversary party was a lot of fun, too. I've got a huge extended family and whenever everyone gets together, it's pretty much food and drink and stupid jokes for days (my idea of a good time? I think so...). Plus, my uncle's hunting lodge (where the parties usually happen) now has a sweet ATV that he bought for his kids. Nothing really beats a 5 year old flying way too fast barely missing trees and creeks through farmland.
Welp, now I'm back and need to play about 75 games per day to get 1500 for the month. Yard has been here for a few days and seems to like the apartment (except for the lack of hotties lounging by the pool).
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How much poker do I need to play in order to buy that sweet trombone?
It was good to see you too! Don't be a stranger too much. And bring James with you too.
Look at you. Spring breaking. A Master of music. That's you. A poker playing Master of music.
Remember when I urinated on the vegetables of men that have dedicated their lives to God? That was mildly disappointing.
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