Austral.

As much as I willed my body to succumb, unwillingly I fought sleep hard. Whether I'm taking a stand against further victimization by dreams too vivid and unexpected for comfort, or whether I'm preparing myself to relive the glory days of college ultimately do not matter; I am damned tired.

This was one of the best Labor Day weekends on record, ranking right up there with Alex's wedding, but this time I got to pass out in the comforts of my own bed and the discomforts of a kitten who has taken to practicing his MMA moves just as I'm drifting off to sleep. Boys will be boys, I guess, and boys will stay up until dawn drinking Sparks and playing Mario Kart on the Wii and THEN boys will dust off the Nintendo 64 to play Mario Kart on that as well.

This city has changed a lot over the last six years since graduation, but how much we had not realized until our friends found themselves lost in their own backyard, until they decided maybe it is time for them to move back. It drives me crazy when people say they do not like this town, because CLEARLY they have no idea where they are going.

I, for one, do. I'm packing my bags once more and heading to my favorite city on Planet Earth, where I will eat and drink and haunt old haunts and decide maybe it is time to move back.

It's gonna be awesome.