A Veritable Score Or Watch Out for the Tense Change.

There's nothing quite like the warm glow of a faithful companion after trekking for a weekend, is there? I'm back, and older than ever. On this eventful weekend I reached the grand age of 20.

It was a magnificent weekend, I might add. Having climbed two mountains, I can safely say that I am a man. And what a man.

Today I went to Rogers' Video to rent a movie, specifically "Runaway Jury", but when I got there, I found that it was not in. Visibly shaken, not stirred, I went on to try and select another movie of equal or lesser cinematic value. Eventually I decided to rent "Raise Your Voice", a film experience like no other. Upon taking the case to the till, I realized what a knob I looked like. Then I decided I liked that. So, I proudly lay the DVD down on the counter ready to shell over the cash.

"So, you like Hilary Duff?", she says to me.

Feeling rather confident and affeminate, I resoundly respond with a seriously dynamite "Heck yes, I do."

The eyes across the counter brighten, "I went to her concert."

"Shut up. So did I!"

"Really?"

"Well, no, but I wanted to. Real bad."

I think she thinks I'm being sarcastic. Which, of course, I'm not. Maybe.

"Oh." Extra blood rushes to save her face. "Enjoy your movie."

After I walk out of the store I proudly honor myself with the 'Old Spice High Endurance Award' for Most Valuable Player. Well-deserved, no doubt.


Ever the ladies' man,

Daytona Splendor.