Starbucks, Red Bull and Memories

Right now my newscast is in the middle of a network break, so I'll steal away a few minutes to recap the weekend.

Went down to Hot Lanta to see the family after the Thanksgiving holiday (remember, I had to work on the actual day of. I've gotten used to it, but that doesn't mean I like it.)

What was a 6.25 hour drive down south snowballed into an 8 hour trip back across the Mason Dixon line. Sure, that 45 minute stop at the outlets in GA was all my fault, but I send out a very special thanks to the mad crazy drivers in Chattanooga and Knoxville for their own brand of hellraising, four-wheelin'-slammin'-on-the-brakes kind of driving.

People, let's keep the Nascar bad ass driving on the track.

I can't believe I made it home safely. Aside from all the road raging through the Volunteer State, I was just beat. I owe my safe arrival home to a nonfat vanilla latte and several sugar free Red Bulls.

Anyway.

SO. I missed out on my 10 year high school reunion this past weekend. I read a recap on a former classmate's blog and it made me think about how much I've changed since back in the day. Months ago I speculated as to whether were actually going to have a reunion. My best pal from high school and I met up in August to have our own celebration, but our early jump on the festivities left us to miss out on catching up with our other classmates.

I guess I'll just have to wait until the 15th reunion.

Time has been pretty good to me; I've become more confident, more established, and the pictures don't lie: I look a whole lot better than I used to.

It would be nice to see how well everyone else is doing.