But you'd better be ready for the first of (I imagine) many good stories I will tell at the next annual dude retreat. I miss you boys.
Congratulations on your first (right?) kickball home run. I'm swelling up with pride like a father whose son just took his first steps. If you keep practicing (and drinking excessively), perhaps someday you will reach the Chris Tomke level of achievement. My lifetime stats include three home runs. Boom. I am relishing the thought of kickball teams engaging in a bidding war for my services upon my (theoretical) return. Whoever doles out the most drinks and sexual favors will likely be victorious in gaining my skill and unbridled passion.
Side note, because I just thought of this: We were in Belize about 10 days ago, and were hanging out with some Jesuit volunteers. Good people. Anyway, during that time, one of the girls decides she's going to have the group create a haiku, unbeknowst to us. So, out of nowhere, she asks me to give her a five-syllable phrase. My immediate response is "One...two...BUCKLE IT!" I thought you would enjoy that.
Yeah, I caught the Lions game. Regarding Stafford, it's true he hasn't looked great the last two weeks (not that I saw the SF game), he's definitely not getting any help from the line, and he's still not turning the ball over much. I think he'll be fine. If Recepticon doesn't drop that pass in the 4th quarter, maybe they come back and score, anyway.
I am sad to hear that my apartment has become a hub of feminine activity. What a sad state of affairs when the sounds of girlish gossip replace those of our historically insensitive battle-rapping. I don't want to talk about boys; I want to spit verses about how genocide is an appropriate solution to life's problems. However, regarding cooking and drinking fruity drinks, I did that kind of stuff all the time. I guess it was okay though, because I normally had metal blaring while I did it. Cooking a delicious meal: Way more masculine if "Raining Blood" is playing.
If my hosts have anything to say about it, the odds favor you being harmed more. Everyone is incredibly nice, and it's awesome getting free room and board and delicious meals, but they fret about us constantly. We are staying in the safest neighborhood around San Jose. Weird. I guess that comes with traveling with Katie, though. No one wants to be responsible for harm coming to Miss Michigan. Me, they're probably indifferent about.
On a side note, there are no guns out in the open in San Jose. How am I supposed to feel safe?!
Central America: Where the nature is beautiful, and the cities kind of suck. (Although San Jose is actually pretty cool.)
Love,
Dogg
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