I only have a few more days left before I leave on Saturday and I'm a little sad to go. I did get a full time transfer to Austin's Barton Creek Store. I start February 9th, but I am moving there a week before that to get the house stuff all settled. Britt and the dogs are coming a few days after me.
To celebrate my last day at Northpoint, a group of my coworkers took me to a drag show at a gay bar. I had way too much to drink which snuck up on me, to the point where the concrete snuck up on me. Ehh, it's just another funny story to tell at my funeral. I believe life is worth living, live it for the story.
Perhaps I'll have a page titled "Stories for my Wake," where I regale you with stories that should never die.