Last weekend's Milwaukee adventures included:
1. Driving a brand new Mustang Convertible in the Cudahay, Wisconsin 4th of July Parade with a hyperactive DJ in the back seat. (god forgive me, I ran the air conditioning with the top down. black leather is HOT, people!)
2. Twilight Double Feature: New Moon in the Fritts Household Man Cave promptly followed by Eclipse at the swankiest movie theater I have ever been in. They gave us wine glasses and an ice bucket for our Reisling. Check, please!
3. Two Words: Rocky Rococco.
I would like to have a plausible explanation for having no photos, but alas... You get a thousand words instead. (for illustration purposes, here is a photo from Milwaukee-fest 2009)
After neatly writing out my to-do list today, I systematically and with no apologies sharpied the hell out of all tasks completed. Immensely satisfying.
At the end of it all, I sat down to do some scrapbooking and found myself confronted with a former self strikingly similar to my current self. Page for today: October 2005 trip to Washington, DC, just three months before I packed up the Corolla for the first cross-country move.
Maybe it was the Mason Jennings on my iPod. Maybe it's that I'm writing again. But I feel like the old me - the young, carefree, adventuresome, take-no-prisoners 'me' - is back.