Good to be home

Today marks the first time I've been in Charlotte since August 16th. Easily the longest period of time I've been away from home. Despite that, not much has changed. Physically. A lot has changed personally, but that's a depth that this blog won't explore. You'll have to hack my Word '08 archives and jack my monogrammed, leatherbound journal, a gift from Virginia, if you really wanna know. But at least on the surface, I'm greeted with familiarity.

My cousin dropped me off at On The Border this afternoon and I threw my supplies (guitar, textbooks, MacBook) into my dad's car. Then I was greeted with the tightest, warmest bear hug that only my dad can give me. It's always good to see my dad, and there's not much more I can say about that.

Went back to the apartment and a certain Miss Jones came by for a long-awaited rendezvous. The reunion was crisp and warm and the shivers still abound. Good to be back on the block with that chick.

I'm staying here at least for tonight. If I can find a ride going back toward Dubtown tomorrow I may hop on. Missed "Eddy's 21st Drunk-a-thon" back in Wilmsies tonight. The title's a bit misleading if you think about it (Is this really the twenty-first drunk-a-thon? Nay, it's Eddy's twenty-first birthday, but you probably assumed that), but C Woods assured me that it was an excellent bash. Sure, wish I could have been there, but sometimes, you just need family. And they need me. So you make do.

As it stands, I'm locked in to an early morning gym trip with Pops. Guy's a machine. It's 2:46 a.m. now. I think I'm gonna go slice up an orange, drink two Blue Moons, and pass out. Ah, good to be home.