Spring is in the air...ok, not really

I wish spring was right around the corner but I guess I'll have to settle for 5 days up in beautiful NoCal seeing the redwoods and the ocean, oh darn. 10 days left til that great adventure begins. I'm excited to say the least.

We had our Black Tie banquet for work over the weekend. My dear friend Eric was my date and what a handsome lush of a date he was...though I have no room to talk. When your rich boss says "hey, fucking open bar" you don't ask questions, you just start ordering. 8 drinks later, it's time to go home and well, it's tricky. Eric, being the good drunk, went to bed. I, being the bad drunk, headed to the gay bars with Tony and proceeded to drink my way to stupid. It was a good night, I didn't make too big of an ass out of myself AND I didn't break my camera. All in all, good night.

The months are ticking down and Scotland is now closer than ever. 7 months til Glasgow. I cannot believe I'm actually going. It's strange. It's weird to think that this is the last February I'll spend here (I'm not complaining, I can't wait to get the fuck out of the midwestern winters). I'm excited. I'm excited to finally take the plunge into something that will end up being life-changing.

I have nothing more to discuss. That little fucker ground hog saw his shadow and thus we supposedly have 6 more weeks of winter. I still don't understand that whole tradition and why it matters, but meh, I'm going to California, so really, I don't care. I swear I'll finally start to post flickr pictures. I'm just lazy.