Real Life In Real Life

I've been enjoying Tommy and Emily's #reallifeinreallifeseries. The pictures of Tommy cutting his toenails and Emily delivering letters helps me feel better about doing chores and reading the tax code. Lindsay has been reading a book about mistakes people make in their twenties and she informs me that this is the time I should be doing boring things like laying a foundation for success later on in life. She's not wrong.

Speaking of Lindsay and real life - Lindsay has a head cold. There are a lot of things I don't know about girls. Probably even some things I don't even know I don't know. Let that sink in. BUT, what to do when your girlfriend is sick, is not one of those things.

Rules.
1. Bring your A game. This means showing up with soup, tea, and fun girl activities. A Disney princess coloring book and a few crayons usually does the trick.
2. Whatever your girlfriend wants to complain about is, "literally the worst thing ever."
3. This one is important. No matter how cute your girlfriend looks in pajamas and a blanket, under no circumstances are you allowed to try and "bust a move." Zero. Forget it. Pretend she's your sister.

Last night I went with oranges and Mario Kart. For anyone who spent any amount of time at the West Whitman Estate, you know that Mario Kart was and is an important part of the experience. Lindsay was a bit shaky at first but what she might lack in driving prowess she makes up for in attitude. I feel a unique mix of affection and fear when she yells, "DIE PEACH DIE!!!" at the screen. To be fair, she was driving under the influence. Of NyQuil.

It's important to use protection at all times.

The Tickle Closet Lives!

I just went to the gym.

I've been going to the same gym for a couple years now. I've sweated though many a 49ers game and I once saw Conan O'Brien through the window. Tonight, I watched a few minutes of the film Pearl Harbor. This movie isn't on any of my personal top ten lists, but I'll watch almost anything with Kate Beckinsale in it. I even sat through Underworld: Evolution. Let that sink in.

The story line I find most compelling is the friendship between the two pilots. Up until the point that one of them 'dies' and the other one puts the moves on his girl. Uncool bro. If I died and Alban moved in on my girl,  I'd haunt the holy hell out of him - that being said, this movie did force me to consider which one of the estate members I would be the least upset about replacing me. However, that is not a conversation for the blog because I have a feeling Lindsay would replace me, dead or alive. But probably dead.

I guess It's been awhile since anyone posted on the blog. Notable accomplishments since my last post: I passed the Bar, went on a road trip, and finished my first quarter of tax school. I figure that the relative scarcity of blog posts is probably a good thing. I know for myself that it means I talk to Lindsay about things I would otherwise hash out here. Tommy probably talks to Em and Alban to his cats.

Life must evolve - unless you're a creationist. Science burn!!!