I travel a lot. For

I travel a lot. For some reason June always seems to be a big travel month for me. Last June during a 10 day stretch, I was in the Newark Airport 7 of those days–pretty crazy.

Anyways, it’s Thursday night, and I’m blogging offline at about 28,000 feet on my way to San Francisco for the weekend. I’m really psyched. I’ll be hanging out with two camp friends (one I actually went to high school with) that I haven’t seen in over 10 years. It’ll definitely be a Grosse Point Blank moment. Why am I so psyched about a weekend hanging out with two guys I haven’t seen in a decade? Hm. I guess I don’t know for sure it’s going to be a good weekend, but giddiness simply can’t be denied boys and girls.

I have a lot of “in-town friends”. They are the type of friend where you’ll email every once in a while, maybe instant message occassionally, and talk on the phone once in a blue moon. But, when we happen to be in the same town it’s like we talk on the phone every day–we don’t miss a beat. And I think this weekend will be the same deal. But is there a minimum amount that you need to stay in touch with somone in order for them to be a good ITF? At some point do you drift too far apart to get along the few times that you do hang out?

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No, I don’t think so. I think each person’s answer to this question is the same as the answer to if love at first sight exists. I think if you’re built for someone, you’re built for someone. Whether it’s a person you’re going to marry, or someone you like having beers with.

Bleacher seats at Pac Bell park, a house party, a trip to Napa valley, and assorted debauchery. Giddy up.

Oh yeah, and getting an upgrade to first class is dope. Free drinks for 3 and a half hours is really dope.