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Day 43: Wedding Veils, Fried Pickles, Politics

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Today was such a fun day. We went dress shopping for Carrie’s wedding – by “we” I mean Carrie, her mother and I, and we found the dress! We had so much fun matching veils and jewelry with dresses and driving around town to find the perfect dress at the best price, of course. We had a great lunch… I’m seriously looking forward to those left overs … followed by cupcakes.

Then we met up with my new friends Lauren and Bobby for a roach coach food fest in downtown Phoenix and binged on French fries, fried pickles, Indian fry bread (noticing the theme here?) and ice cream. I’m going to have to go on the diet of the century when vacation is over, but for now, man, I am enjoying everything soaked in oil.

After running to a few thrift shops to look for hidden treasures and hitting the grocery, I headed to Frank’s place for a few beers. Frank is the older brother who I have nothing in common with. I say that if he died I wouldn’t go to his funeral, and I’m honest
ly not sure if that’s a joke or not. We just don’t get along. I think he’s arrogant, he thinks I’m spoiled, or whatever he thinks – I’m actually not sure. But Barry, his best friend for as long as I can remember, also made a long drive to come hang out for a little while. He’s been at law school and completing a fellowship, so I haven’t seen him in years. I hate to admit it, but I wouldn’t have made the less than five mile drive to see my brother if he weren’t there.

Franks apartment is suitable for one of those Febreeze commercials, where the people are blind-folded and placed inside of a wrestling ring or garbage truck or whatever. I didn’t want to touch anything, but I didn’t want to look like I was avoiding touching anything either, because I’m already spoiled. The three of us talked for about an hour or so, debating politics and religion and nationalism as it relates to security. Although I don’t care for my brother’s company, it was nice to have somewhat deep conversation with compelling arguments on both sides, without personal attacks and frivolous exceptions on either side. This is probably one of the only times we’ve been in the room together for more than an hour without spawning a riot. I’m glad we’ve both grown up enough to at least be able to be in the same room as each other. I realize that sounds extremely immature and borderline pathetic, but it’s major strides for us.

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Day 28: Reds

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I’m in no way a “baseball person.” I’d rather gouge my eyes out with a q-tip then watch a game on ESPN. But that being said, there is something about $9 beer and screaming “Charge!” with an upward thrusting fist motion I really can’t help but enjoy.

Reds played the Diamondbacks and won last night and I had a lot of fun hanging out with my family, drinking expensive beer, and talking inappropriately loud. I’m thankful I’ve got access to good tickets, and that I live in a place where 30,000 people gather on a Tuesday night to watch some sweaty dudes toss a ball around. I mean really, we’re lucky we can be so frivolous with our time.

Last night, it was just really awesome to be one of how ever many thousand people wearing a red t-shirt and cheering for a group of dudes in tight pants.

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Day 17: This May Mean I’m an Alcoholic.

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Today, I’m thankful for Sam Adams.

I can only hope I will have access to my sweet, sweet, Sam Adams in the Czech Republic. Summer Ale, Boston Lager, Cherry Wheat,  Octoberfest, Winterlager… I have a Sam for every season. Draft or bottle, I’ll take either. It’s the perfect balance of hops and barley, a little sweet and always refreshing. It may sound silly, but I have so many memories drinking this beer in particular. Good and bad, but mostly, good. Because I fell in love with it on my own, and it was there for me along the way.

I’m a serial associater – It seems that every bad encounter I have I end up associating something with so that I lose all enjoyment of that thing. A song that I once loved because it reminds me of someone I care about turns into a song I can’t stomach because it reminds me of a boy. A road I once wrecked on creates a detour for the rest of my life. A stuffed animal, a nail polish color, a piece of jewelry, a town. But not with Sam. It took me a while, because I shared Sam with someone I cared about once upon a time, but now, all is well and the well does not run dry. I was able to dis-associate and love the sweet taste again. Whether its for the love of Sam or the apathy towards the other isn’t important.

Thanks, Sam Adams, for being my go-to. Cheers to many more nights together.