Fridasatasun.

My brother gets married in less than a week. So this weekend him and my dad drove to dallas to meet me for his “weekend O’ good times before the hitchin”. Here is what we did:

I got to the hotel. Had this conversation with a roomservice lady in the elevator:

Me: Hello. This is quite a fancy hotel.
Lady: Yeah, look at the pool.
Me: Okay.

Then, P.F. Changs. Bass Performance Hall to see Mama Mia. Cheesecake Factory.

Saturday: Breakfast at La Madeline. Massage. Hit some book stores and music shops. West End for some Sushi. Mockingbird Station. Dave and Busters for some skee ball. The Dark Knight on IMAX!

Sunday: We said goodbye until next weekend, when my brother gets married.

Going to bed at a descent hour has proven difficult for me these past few weeks. I need to change that.

I love my family. This post is over.

P.S. JP is telling me about how the only thing that he ate his freshman year was pizza. Makes sense that his body would be made up of seventy-two percent cheese and pepperoni.