Finals are over. School is out. The wedding began and ended. Now it's tuesday and summer work begins tomorrow. Also, summer begins tomorrow. I wish I had great plans. I have said that before and I continue to not care that you don't care. I will work at my shitty job and make shitty pay for two reasons: the comfort of the status quo and a lack of connections/access to resources. I need to stop comparing my life to others. Yeah my life is ridiculously linear relative to every other life I can see, but there are billions of others who would love to have my linear existence.

The Wedding (location): To begin with, Memphis sucks but definitely has its interesting points and places. I'm told there are great music clubs (blues, jazz, funk), and I'm sure that claim is true. There's interesting culture with a fun historical mix between the various populations (deep south refugees, old wealth, renegade professionals, mid southerners). All this comes out at Beale street which is a really fun place. But the culture is second to the food. The food blew me away. Preston's (the groom, my cousin and a great guy) best man, Joe, toured 16 Memphis bbq restaurants and wrote papers on each one. So he took my brother and I on a bbq tour of Memphis. Cozy Corner featured the best bbq I've ever had, and maybe the best food I've had. The people are friendly, and its small but not too small. If I'm too poor to make it in san diego I'll consider a place like Memphis.

Everything else: Preston really reignited my faith in relationships, women, my self and marriage. I'm not more optimistic than I was, but I'm less cynical and more willing to see the good (call that what you will but I don't think it's optimism). Anyway, what really got me past this "im not looking for a girlfriend just casual sex" is Carol. She's a mid-20s grad student studying classics at UVA. She's just lovely. I can't put it into words but I'm sure her occasional drunkeness and her great mid-southern accent had a lot to do with my insane attraction to her. Of course I know very little about her and I've filled in all the gaps with good qualities, but that doesn't matter. What matters is her accent. You see a mid-southern accent is no where near as harsh as the deep southern accent you're used to. A mid-southern accent has a lot of 'ay' and no 'ang' (as in twang). Each word in a mid-southern accent is important, but the sentence still flows. I love it. It's how English should be spoken.

I need to learn how to dance. You should help me with that. I would be much obliged if you would.