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Sunday, Dec. 07, 2003 - 11:22 p.m. SEAT OF OUR PANTS I called my older brother tonight to make plans for our road trip to D.C. later this week. I am really pumped about this trip. We basically plan to “fly by the seat of our pants” without any plans at all. To begin, I will drive down to Florida on Friday, hang out with him that night, and then drive to Atlanta on Saturday morning. There we will meet with my younger brother living in Atlanta, and go to a Georgia Tech basketball game that afternoon. Then, if the weather is nice, and God I hope it is, we will take my younger brother’s rebuilt 1974 MG convertible and do the town. That car turns heads. To give you some perspective, I have two older sisters, an older brother, and two younger brothers. My sisters are both married. One married a well-to-do lawyer and the other is a well-to-do business consultant and supports her husband. She makes so much money, he just stays home and takes care of the kids. My older brother, the one I am doing the trip with, is divorced and quit his job as an engineer after ten years and then decided to go to law school. Then I have my first younger brother who is a 25 year-old finishing medical school in May. My second younger brother, who we are visiting in Atlanta, is this 24 year-old hot-shot computer animator who makes more money than he should be allowed to have. You have probably seen his work on TNT, Cartoon Network, or Boomerang, or any number of trailers for cartoon movies. Needless to say, I grew up in a large family of over-achievers. What we plan on doing after that point, we have not worked out yet. I have told him I want to go see colonial Williamsburg in the winter, among other things. Ultimately we plan on visiting a cousin living in D.C. that I suspect works for the CIA. The reason I believe he does is because his lifelong dream was to join the CIA, he has a criminal justice degree from Brown, and I have yet to be told what he does. After Brown, he eventually earned his MBA and worked in Dallas for a marketing firm but lost his job when the economy went south. Then, all of a sudden he moved to D.C. The CIA is only conclusion I can come up with. I sent another e-mail out to Edward, my old grade-school buddy in New York, just to touch base with him as I had promised in a previous e-mail. He sent it back to me saying that we ought to get together when he is back in town in south Louisiana for the holidays. However, he said he had a “wacky” problem. He said he had been in contact with this girl from Slidell, who now lives in Baton Rouge, so I am assuming is some sort of student, who he is likely to have to spend a lot of his time with. I suppose we will have to plan around that. Women can mess things up sometimes. Interestingly, I have been wondering how he met this girl. His brother lives here in Baton Rouge, and Edward had been in New Orleans for about one or two weeks after my birthday after his return from London. I am assuming he must have met this girl in Baton Rouge when he visited his brother and I was away slaving for the state. Perhaps this is why he could not contact me. He simply was preoccupied. Maybe this is a girl I should meet just so that I have someone else in Baton Rouge to know. I also find it interesting that he lives in New York, surrounded by 9 million people, and he gets caught up in a long-distance relationship with a girl living in Baton Rouge. In the meantime, I have to get my mind off my loneliness, prepare for my trip, and get through four days of work. I hope this vacation turns out to be fun. |