In

On a wild whim of youth (or idiocy), we drove straight through home to Texas. I drove the first 27 hours straight, Connor took the last 3.

At least now I can say I've done a drive of that caliber. Though I wouldn't recommend it, the epic Billy Joel sing-a-longs at 4a were to be remembered.

There are lots of things I will miss about Boston. But the three most important are the men in my life: Evan, Ronnie, and Red Sox baseball.

Glad to be back in Texas, but it'll take a little getting used to again.

Backblips:

Saturday - He-Man
Sunday - Cake