Brown Truck

This weekend was nuts. I took half the day off Friday to catch a train to Detroit (on which my brother called to inform me that there had been a fire in their apartment... wow... scary!), arriving at around 1:30am. After a few hours sleep, I had brunch with my grandma, aunt, uncle, cousin and my cousin's girlfriend (everyone's got one, these days), and then took off in my freshly acquired BROWN TRUCK. Hooray! It made it all the way to Chicago on only three whole tanks of gas. Terrible. It needs a new carburetor, so it runs really super rich on fuel. In Chicago, I attended part of my cousin Aaron's bachelor party, and at said party, beat the arcade version (plastic guns and all) of Dawn of the Dead 4 (or some such game) with some guy I'd never met who was one of Aaron's friends. Violent and disgusting, yet oh-so-fulfilling. (He and I decided that if there's anything that EVERYONE can agree ought to be shot, it's zombies. I mean, really, they're already dead, ya know?) I then took off for sweet home Milwaukee in said BROWN TRUCK, arriving around 1:00am (darn all construction traffic!). Proceeding to rise at 6:00am, I arrived at the church at 7:00am in order to help lead worship. Two services and a family lunch later, I came home and, with my dad's help, managed to sell my old, rusty Toyota Corolla for $700 (which is more than I paid for it 15k miles and 14 months ago). Eventful couple of days, wouldn't you say?