last night

There are some things I don’t like about Damien Rice, but this song is not one of those things.

There was a small party in Richmond last night, which was the first time I’d seen them since December. This is me continuing my promise to visit people more often because I have weekends off again. My next three weekends are jam-packed, so It’s awesome to know that I will go into April knowing that I’ve done something social/recharging/relaxing for five weekends straight.

That’s the Elliott I remember.

The friends I made when I lived in that house in Chimborazo are among my closest. After them it’s Katy, my inner circle of fraternity brothers and very small group of friends I still have from high school. That’s less than 25 people for whom I’d drop everything if there was a request for help or support.

It was good to see them. It was good to get my batteries recharged for two weekends straight.

And now I can’t wait for what next weekend brings. I convinced my mom and godmother to do an oral history of growing up in the 1950s and ’60s. They were in their 20s in the 1970s, and I’ve already been told to not even bother to ask. I totally get it; beyond what’s in this blog, I couldn’t tell you what happened in 2007.

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