Welcome to my nightmare. I think you're gonna like it. Wait, that's Alice Cooper. (Fun fact: he's a republican!) What I meant to say was, welcome to my weblog. I think I'm gonna like it. Okay, so I'll jump right in. I began the weekend by driving the van from LawnGuyLand to North Carolina, where I picked up Michael at the airport.
We headed to Kernersville, a small town with a lot of McCain lawn signs. (As Colbert has observed, if we take our polls by lawn signs, we'd better prepare for President Remax.) Had a great time with a small group of folks at an all-day event, and took time out to chat with the people waiting in line at the library in order to cast their early ballots. After the evening concert, we drove off down the road a bit.
The next day, we drove 400 miles north through a series of calendars, jigsaw puzzles, and Successories posters.
Eventually, we arrived in Pittsburgh, where my daughter is sure her future husband plays hockey. We were in the Steel City to play at the second of the three National Youthworker Conventions, put on by our friends at Youth Specialties. Had a great time, played a late-night concert, and headed for the airport a little before 5am.
Michael continued on to Chicago, somehow staying awake, and I made it back to Manhattan, where I now sit in class, listening carefully to a lecture on Teresa of Avila.