Tuesday, March 21, 2006

I have been remiss to mention that George Mason University is the local college. We live literally down the street from the campus. I secretly hope that a job will open up there for Beau so that we don’t have to move and he can walk to work on nice days (because he likes to walk, not because I would be making him walk to work). Not really, because he still hopes to get the job at Patrick Henry College.

However, I bring it up because my sister called to tell me she had managed to score two tickets to Friday’s GMU game at MCI Center in DC, did I want to go with her? I pondered it for about 5 seconds before I refused on the grounds that my morning all day sickness, which includes sensitivity to a lot of activity and noise in addition to smell aversions and the necessity to eat small snacks constantly, made going to a March Madness game sheer stupidity on my part.

ME: Why don’t you call Dad?

She did and he’s all over it. I’m only a little jealous - I’m happy they’ll get the sports bonding time. Usually I’m the son Dad never had. And I know that I would have been completely miserable starting with the Metro ride into DC.

Unrelated: I managed to turn our meeting at HQ for tomorrow into a conference call next week so that I wouldn’t have to ride the Metro. Yes!