Shoop, Shoop Ba-doop...

La la la...

Friday night was Relay for Life... Surprisingly, I managed to shave a few hours off and only be awake and walking for 22. But we did raise $62,000 in a town of 2,500 people, so I think things worked out rather well.

Highlights (centered around my mother):

• "I turned a corner and spilled Mark's [sweet and sour sauce] all over my lap. You know how hot that was? And then it looked like I was ragging!"
• Mom to random woman: "Yeah, you didn't see me on TV? I was on Let's Make a Deal. I can't believe you don't recognize me..."
  [The girl later asked for an autograph. Needless to say my mother wasn't on TV.]
• "I need a stamp and a telephone book! Run! A stamp and a telephone book! And look for a deck of cards!"
  [Should I mention that this was a serious scavenger hunt?]

Further highlights (centered elsewhere):

• Saw lots of people I haven't seen in a while... Talked to Wilson for, like, forever...

Saturday I went to Conway and then rode with Jordan to Alma's graduation. I met his parents (which appeared to turn out rather well!) and several friends... most of whom were crazy (no doubt a positive trait). I managed to deter my annual post-Relay headache with a few Excedrin tension headaches and had a good day!

Sunday was pretty much spent tilling.

Today (Monday) I rode with Megan to Fayetteville for a job interview.

Highlights:

• On the way up, we saw... a fucking... fat-truck. Not a phat truck. Not a fat truck. A FAT-TRUCK. I'm talking about a tanker truck designed specifically to transport fat.
  It read, "Inedible Feed Fat. Not For Human Consumption." This spawned a conversation centered on the possibilities concerning the contained fat's consistency.
• I shopped for a while during Megan's interview, spent too much money at a bookstore, and wound up in a Shiatsu Massage Chair for 15 minutes. Megan and I then returned to the bookstore, sat on the floor, and read random books.
• We went to McAlister's where I tried to hook Megan up with either the lesbian cashier with the blue mohawk or the straight male server before being accosted by the tragic, obviously gay employee, whose actually job we we never figured out.
• On the way back we heard No Scrubs.
• We met Jordan at Shorty Small's in Conway for a quickie in the parking-lot. Okay, so maybe we just ate, but you know.

And I promised Megan that this would get TWO entries in my blog because at the time it struck me as totally and utterly profound. I suppose one good explication will suffice:

You know the line in Anna Nalick's Breathe that says, "And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table...?" Well Megan's response was, "Why don't you just turn the table over?"

This may not seem special to anyone else, but yeah... my life was changed.