Slowly, slowly love...

...slow down my bleeding heart. A man dreams one day to fly. A man takes a rocketship into the sky. He lives on a star that's dying in the night, and follows in the trail the scatter of light. Turn it on. Turn it on. You turn me on. --U2

I am back from Great Britain and missing the cool weather in a big way. I stepped off of my flight into DFW and was tempted turn right back around, taking a return flight to London, when the hot summer air basically slapped me in the face.

I have so much to write about and so many photographs I want to post, but right now there is not enough time. I am trying to make some employment decisions, figuring out which job I want to take. I am not too sure about this whole "adult" thing. Money is nice, but deciding who you want to work for and weighing who you will be working with, how much you will be making, etc. kind of sucks. Maybe I will crack the code and figure out how to be several places at once. That way I could say yes to all three jobs and have three sources of income...that would be nice. Hey, if any of you have the code, pass it along this way. It will be our secret.

Speaking of secrets...Tuesday, 5 am, Denny's. You know who you are.

I promise to get photos and stories up soon. Tonight The Core 47, formerly known as Core 47 (just) will be playing, and they are adding a few new songs to the docket. Excitement!

And to those of you that hung out last night, I had a great time. There is nothing better to come home to than a group of your best friends. I seriously haven't laughed that hard in...as long as I can remember. I didn't even have anything to add to the conversation, just sitting back and listening to your quick-witted back and forth comedy (albeit often crude) was almost too much to handle. This morning I woke up and my sides actually hurt...that's a sure sign that you guys are the funniest people in the world!

And to Cliff...thank you for my welcome home present. You know how I love classics, and "The Scarlet Letter" somehow seems so fitting. Hawthorne would be proud of your scholarly-dark humor. I know Ashley and I most definitely are.

Okay...I have to go. More to follow.

Slainte!