Sorry Brother

I feel sorry for Bryan, my future brother-in-law, not for any fault in him. It seems that whenever he and I have time to hang out together, I end up talking at him for a good amount of time. Generally speaking, I end up talking about stupid stuff I've done while drunk, or how much partying I used to do. I don't know why, and I usually hate that guy, the "I used to party so hard, man, you shouldda seen it" guy. But for whatever reason, I become that guy when I'm hanging out with him.

But, thank you, brother, for putting up with my stupid ass drunk stories and I'll try to contain them from now on. Hopefully, in the future we'll have our own stupid stories to talk about in the future. In fact, I'm sure we will if we go on that vacation next year.

I don't know how it happens, we were just talking about our mothers and how we handle them, and some other family stuff. Maybe I secretly long for the days when I was irresponsible, or maybe I really like Bryan and want him to think I'm cool, or maybe I want him to understand how I used to be, so that I can convince him I really am right for his sister, and how much I have changed in order to be more mature for myself and my relationship. Maybe I want my new family to really understand who I am and some of the things I've gone through, so that they'll become my family for real, both in name and in practice. I've never really had that close knit family, so I think I'm just catching him up to speed, to give more insight into my own mentality and mindset, preparing the way for a real family dynamic. I look forward to it everyday.

I have to again thank Bryan, for being the first to make me feel really welcomed into the Harris (et al.) family. Every time I see him, it feels the same. Sometimes the bonds of brotherhood are easily forged.

You gotta try this

The Nile restaurant. It is wonderful. Spicy, filling, and delicious. It's an Ethiopian restaurant (insert joke here), and the coffee was amazing. Turns out, they roast their own beans, and flavor it with rue and cloves. Oh, and no utensils. You eat your meal with the flatbread and your hands, in the traditional style. You should go. I'm going to try to set up a time when my fiancee, and her siblings and I can all go. The food is served to make "family style" dining really easy and is a really good time sharing with your dining companions. I recommend it to everyone.

Train crossing story

or I Damn Near Died

I'll make this brief. I was on my way to meet with my mother-in-law to be when I came upon the rail crossing at Hungary Rd. I heard the sounds of a train blowing its horn. It was early morning (for me) so I didn't think much of it, but it did register as being really loud. I looked ahead and the cross gates were still in their upright position and there were no lights flashing. "I'm good", I thought to myself then I heard it again, BWAAWWWWWWNK, train horn. "Oh shit!" There was a train coming, and no signals. I slammed on brakes and managed not to die. A container of goods, from my recent move, flew from the back seat and hit me in the back of the head, spilling its contents all over the cab and out the window.

Then I realized the train was hardly moving. I wasn't in danger, except from my own emergency driving. A few minutes to collect my composure (and a few lost articles) and check to see if I had wet myself (I had not) and I was on my way.

I don't recommend it to everyone, but that impending doom feeling... better than coffee.

School Registration Starts Monday

Well, I needed to make $110 tonight to pay for my edu-ma-cation. I've done that, with a little beer money left over. I can't believe the fall semester is coming up so quick. It feels like summer just got here, although I have been out of school since the 2nd week of May. I guess it just doesn't feel that long. Oh well, what is a boy to do?