What a horrible Super Bowl. Not because of the outcome, in fact that was the best part of the game. But by and large, it was a very average football game. The half time show was wretched and the commercials were sub-par. However, I haven't laughed this hard in a very long time. Paul and Dani helped me greatly as with the state of New Hampshire; proving the fact I most likely will never live outside of the northeast. Perhaps west coast or somewhere exotic, just not anywhere else in this country.
I forgot to pack something this weekend. That was a huge mistake on my part. That being said, these things helped me me the most-
- my grandfather's dog, Mia
- getting tipsy at the hotel with my family and playing music all night and telling stories
- biting my tongue and being civil with my grandfather's widow's family
- the Marines who attended and participated in the twenty-one gun salute. I regret not thanking them. I was just a wreck and wanted to look as brave as they did.
- the recent-ish photograph of my grandfather I stole
- allowing myself to drain my body of emotion because that was way more than crying
- a very honest photograph of Miley Cyrus where she looks like she's looking for something meaningful to fall into her plastic lap.
- a demo recording for a very very obscure soul label out of Columbus, Ohio. If I wrote soul songs, they would sound like this:
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