I’m not going to write about my trip yet. That’ll come later. I have some things I want to get off my chest that have been bothering me during the (total) 23 hours I spent in the car over the past three days. I’m finding myself again in a situation similar to one I had with Michael a couple of months ago, when he saw fit to correct my grammar in one of my posts. A while back, I wrote an entry here that concerned, in part, someone that I hadn’t heard anything about in quite a while. Thursday, after Michael had caught up with what I had written in…

I attended the dance concert of my buddy Micah tonight. It was a very, very good show, although at times it felt very much like some sort of elementary school-level recital with “big people”. But it was good. Micah strutted his stuff quite well, and there was a girl that was in just about every piece that has been dancing for 15 years. At most she could be, what, 17, 18? Geez. But she was very good. I always find it interesting how the sharper edges of memory soften with time, particularly with regards to people. Seeing Micah tonight was… interesting. He craves attention, yet seems utterly incapable of giving…

I have several days of good stuff to talk about. These past few days have been… mostly good, a little odd. Friday, March 28, 2003 Michael and I drove up to Greenboro, NC to surprise our friend Mia on her birthday. She was attending the HOSA competition with Jenny and others. Jenny knew we were coming, of course, but Mia didn’t. The look of happiness and surprise on her face was well worth the trip. Hannah, unfortunately, couldn’t go, although she was missed. We bought Mia a cake in Charlotte before we left, along with candles (which we quickly lit and blew out in the hotel room). It was a…