Chi-Town

I'm going to see my J-Lui-Poo this weekend in Chicago! A wee Penn State Rugby reunion will descend upon the Windy City. I can barely express how excited I am for this experience. I have had the most rough semester of my life. The first six months of my marriage have been a blur of stress and responsibility. Grad school caused me to miss, in fact, a full blown rugby reunion in State College.

Seeing the people I played with in college, the women who formed me into the person I am today, always makes me feel refreshed. As I just wrote in a chapter of my manuscript, it is my college rugby teammates who have helped me make all the positive choices of my life. They suggested graduate school. They suggested Corey was a keeper. In every difficult thing I do, they are in the background supporting me. This weekend will not be about stress. It will be about, as the great Robin Williams says in Dead Poets Society, sucking the marrow out of life.

So this weekend, I am going to put on my beer pants and tackle a new city. I can only hope that, despite the cold, we will play a wild game of spoons. I call wood paneling!