Another update!
This past weekend was very mixed.
Had a lot of fun on Friday celebrating Brian's 31st birthday in Fort Lauderdale. It's a bit of a drive for a night of drinking, but the scene there is in some ways much more down to earth in Miami. The bars are cheaper, and you can actually stumble across live bands - an extreme rarity down here.
Sunday evening was also a good time. Micah and I went over to Mark and Stephanie's for a delicious tempeh dinner and some Walking Dead (the dialog, as usual, left something to be desired, but in spite of that it was still good stuff), and then we went to Sarah's for drinks and bad movies with a few others. It doesn't get much better than a room full of snarky drunk philosophers MysteryScienceTheatering (that's totally a word) the classic "They Live". Rowdy Roddy Piper at his best. My favorite is when RRP is looking around at the signs in the city with the magic sunglasses that let you see the hidden reality behind the illusion created by the alien bug things - like this gem:
Sunday afternoon, though, I had a long conversation with my mom about things that are happening back home. I won't go into details here; suffice it to say that the conversation left me depressed, worried, and extremely frustrated with a few people. I keep hoping things will improve there, but it never seems to happen. Sunday evening was a very welcome diversion from that, but today I'm left feeling overwhelmed, wishing I could do something to help, and feeling powerless to do so.
So it goes.
Had a lot of fun on Friday celebrating Brian's 31st birthday in Fort Lauderdale. It's a bit of a drive for a night of drinking, but the scene there is in some ways much more down to earth in Miami. The bars are cheaper, and you can actually stumble across live bands - an extreme rarity down here.
Sunday evening was also a good time. Micah and I went over to Mark and Stephanie's for a delicious tempeh dinner and some Walking Dead (the dialog, as usual, left something to be desired, but in spite of that it was still good stuff), and then we went to Sarah's for drinks and bad movies with a few others. It doesn't get much better than a room full of snarky drunk philosophers MysteryScienceTheatering (that's totally a word) the classic "They Live". Rowdy Roddy Piper at his best. My favorite is when RRP is looking around at the signs in the city with the magic sunglasses that let you see the hidden reality behind the illusion created by the alien bug things - like this gem:
Sunday afternoon, though, I had a long conversation with my mom about things that are happening back home. I won't go into details here; suffice it to say that the conversation left me depressed, worried, and extremely frustrated with a few people. I keep hoping things will improve there, but it never seems to happen. Sunday evening was a very welcome diversion from that, but today I'm left feeling overwhelmed, wishing I could do something to help, and feeling powerless to do so.
So it goes.