Pasta de la casa
5 Apr 1996
Of course you know I would have written my monthly
installment on April 1st, except the letter would have been a huge pack of lies
since it would fall on April Fools Day. Of course some of you are asking,
"How is that different?" Those of you who just asked that should
expect a visit from a large Italian man with plans to make you into upholstery.
Anyway, enough death threats and holiday celebration.
I'm once again in an airport, but this time on my way to vacation! Of
course vacation entails bringing along my laptop to finish up some work, but it
also involves catching up on sleep, seeing family, and going to Jamaica to
bring back a big bail of ganja. It's amazing how lax the drug laws are now that
we have "Willie the toker" in office.
My first three days will be at my parent's place in
Shalimar, Florida, which I think I have mentioned before is not really Florida
but an extension of Alabama, inclusive of lifestyles, accents, huntin' dogs,
and people who own multiple vehicles classed as "tractors."
The next four days I'm in sunny Jamaica with John Lilly and
Kathy, his uh... sister. (Note: Kathy, it had better be sunny or I'm buying a
ticket for that big Italian guy to come visit you.) We're going hiking
and lots of other stuff that I've forgotten. Can't wait to meet Bob
Marley.
All this is still going to be quite a letdown after being in
Cleveland yesterday, where we visited a set of abandoned buildings and gave a presentation
in one that was not so abandoned. Let's just say "waste of my time."
I did get one great surprise this month - a visit from my
high school swim coach who came to Austin to watch the NCAA Swimming
Nationals. It was really cool to touch base with someone who actually put
up with me parading around in a Speedo on a daily basis. My co-workers at
Trilogy still close their eyes when I take out my contacts.
I'm starting to train for a 100 mile in-line skating event
(note I did not say "race") in mid-July. Should be interesting
to see if I ever walk again. Most people react to this by saying either
"You are stupid," "You are lying," or "You are a
stupid liar." I'll apologize here for continuing to abuse this humor
paradigm with which I'm sure you are all familiar.
Lilly may not even know this, but he and I may get to work
on the "Circle K" account. That's right, all the free beef
jerky and 64 oz sodas we can take.
--
Hey, I'm in Florida - today I went fishing and played with
my nephews. Jonathon and Braden now think of Uncle Bryan as "Uncle
punching bag." Aren't kids cute? My mom decided that since we were
celerating my cousin's birthday today (which is very close to today) we should
also celebrate mine, WHICH HAPPENED A LONG TIME AGO. My family continues
to amaze me and fuel my
search for my natural parents.
Other than that life is great and crazy and I have no idea
what is going to happen next. Hey, that sounds just like the last eight
months...
Hasta, (wow, I sound so cool closing with 'Hasta')
BJR