I packed four pairs of shoes for what was effectively a day trip home. And I almost cried at Mark and Erin's wedding. Then I spent three hours at Perkin's engrossed in a conversation about women's issues with an old friend from the second best school with Bears as their mascot.
Maybe if I talk about my car it will restore a little manliness. I hit 65,000 miles on the trip out there. It's now got almost a third of the mileage the 'ole Cavailer had.
Probably means it's about time to pay for some more maintenance.
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