12 Hours

12 hours of what? 12 hours of driving roughly in the past 3 days, and really maybe 13. Holy moly.

And yet I feel okay. My body feels a bit out of whack, but nothing too bad. I guess I'm not all that old.

Honestly, each day had it's own highlight:
Friday - Concert
Saturday - Baltimore to see old Ichthus kids, chilling with friends
Sunday - Friends and then wedding.

One Republic is pretty sick live, and with the Script as an opener, can't complain. But have to say One Republic just got another new fan. Thanks to my sources for dem tickets and for good company.

Honestly, seeing Ichthus peeps brought back a flood of memories. And I wanted to cry because I could only see them for like 45 minutes... sigh. But seriously, surreal, and even now I can't really believe I saw them. Why did I want to cry? Nostalgia, joy, and sadness cause it was so short. I may never see these guys again until Heaven provided we both end up there. Ahhhh. Life changing experience revisited, and people re-seen. And of the guys was about to cry as we said goodbye. Gg heart. Gg.

What was the downside of this weekend? Besides the crazy driving... some random reminders popped up. Reminders of the simple fact that I've wreaked some good old destruction in some of my friendships or lack there of. Which makes me wonder, if things are awkward here what will it be like in Heaven? Will we all just apologize again and rejoice in God? Will we just not care as in we forget or let go immediately? Curious.

But regardless lots o fun this weekend. And being able to witness an older brother's wedding (albeit I showed up mad late and missed the ceremony, thanks NOVA traffic) was amazingly heartwarmingly beautiful. Yes I just said amazingly heartwarminly, deal with it. So cute. So cute. Can't wait to crash at their place and see how they interact with each other hahaha :) Call me annoying if you want, but I love this guy, and being to get to know his wife better and observe both of them develop would be an honor and blessing. Plus I'm gonna be the best uncle ever to their kids. For real.

New discovery: Driving at night on backgrounds with the windows open and music playing in the background to just audible but not too loud is incredibly cathartic. The black emptiness, the rush of sound from wind, with a touch of melody, creates an experience that is... lovely. Note to self, do this more often. Not conducive to conversation, but conducive to interacting with the self.

Another interesting note: as effed up as I am, I'm much better at dealing with it than I used to be. Praise be to God :)

Another another interesting note: I insa-ed to this person with the Mexico kids to a chaperone by default. I just assumed older and wanted to show respect. She laughed awkwardly and said I don't have to. Pops up my facebook... I'm older. Haha. Whoops!