Two Fridays ago (I know, I’m late in the game. This is old news by now. My wounds are almost healed. My apologies.) I got a phone call from a good friend and old climbing buddy. We’ll call him Pedro. Pedro called to confirm/discuss the details for a last minute endeavor: climbing at The Gunks.
After Facebook statuses like this: Y’all are probably in stitches wanting to know the details. And also wondering why my phone-facebook-statusing-skills are sub-par in the spell-check category (hint: the answer lies within the status). However, today is not the day for a detailed rundown of what happened yesterday, fifty feet in the air. Today, I
I took this photo: Hung out with this girl: In an long-overdue endeavor, I drove to Philly for the day to see the BFF. Since the weather has been moderate ’round these parts, we beboped through the city all day: used bookstore in Old City, Liberty Bell, that one really random clothing store Center City
On my way home from vacation, on a whim, I called a friend who lived along our route. Said friend is days away from moving to Texas, so I thought it would be fun to see him. Meg and I waited for a bit in a parking lot, had a 20 minute conversation, then headed