So I’m in Atlanta, typing this out on a shitty PC at my parents house, while watching One Hour Photo. I got to see Gray and Megan today and Henry there awesome 11 month old son. He was born on September 10th. The last thing I did in Atlanta on the day I was moving to Boston was stop and see Henry and Company at the hospital. So it was good to see them.
Then off to the wedding and the reception… so much awkard small talk.
5 cups of coffee. Some fruit. Lots of relatives I don’t know. The valet at the Coutry Club where it was held was a fucking core kid named Brian… I chatted with him for a bit.
I miss the gym.
Fuck it’s 4:30am.