Week. Ended.

I went home this weekend, and it was a needed trip. Yes, I went home for my mom because it was mothers' day, but what I found once there that I had so much more to see. 

I drove with my brother and a close friend, we talked about life and saw things I had missed for a while. The slow curve of a road in no hurry. The silence of a forgotten intersection. Unimpeded sound beneath soft tires. 

That night I got bored, it was midnight and I was the only one awake. So I got into the car and went to a sketch pool hall, and that was just fantastic. $2 for an hour of peaceful goodness? Yes, please. 

I came home, slept, and woke up to my mom's voice. That's a good way to start the day, much better than the shrill condemnation of an alarm clock. Went to my brother's game, which he beasted because he is a stud.

That night, we had a barbeque at the house, everyone came, everyone laughed, and all was right with the world. I won at poker. Life is good. 

Hung out with Rachel McCord. Awesome time. 

Church. Thumbs up!

Fites. Thumbs up!

Benny boy and new girlfriend, two thumbs way up!

This was an awesome weekend. Let's do it again, eh universe?