I can now proudly claim to have tried Scotland’s infamous haggis. Last night I ventured up to Bethlehem PA to the Celtic Festival with Anna, Keith, Rachel, and Andrew (we meet Paul there). Andrew being a proud MacDonald is rather found of the lamb dish. Consequently, I figured this might be a perfect time to at least try the dish. If asked to dish haggis, I would say that the first taste isn’t nearly as bad as the reputation would have you believe. The aftertaste is the kicker. Liver is one of the only foods I do not like but I will eat it from time to time. All I could taste was sheep's liver once the bite was fully swallowed. Thankfully, there was ample beer to wash away the taste. Later in the evening, I found a great fish and chips shop to truly satisfy my hunger. You must appreciate a fish and chips shop who will take the time to fry your fish as your order it regardless if you’re in a tent out in the middle of a huge festival. A friday night spent with friends drinking good beer and good food is a night well spent.

I experienced something today that I hope will never occur again. Most mornings I take the train down to Aaron Foraker's house and then we carpool down to work. This means that I must get out of bed a little after 5 am in order to catch the early train into philly. For those who have not experience my joy of getting up at 5 am, it is still night time. Despite what others may say, no person should be getting out of bed at this hour because its still dark. So I am stumbling around my dark apartment attempting to get dressed and find food. I discovered left over tortellini in the fridge. Finding edible leftovers is a joy of which I will not tier especially at 5 am. Those damn tortellini ruined my entire day. You may ask how could very harmless pastas covered in red sauce ruin my day. I opened my sports bag which contained my gym clothes with shoes, finance book, and infamous lunch to find that the top to the tupperware container managed to free itself from the rest of the container. The sight was not pretty. My lunch covered every square inch of the bag including the inside of my shoes. Nothing pisses you off more then finding the lunch you were looking forward to completely destroyed along with anything else in my bag. That will be interesting load of wash.

The day Anna and I have waited for finally came. On Friday, Anna joined the ranks of individuals the government deems responsible enough to consume alcohol. Anna can now order wine at a fancy restaurant without the fear of the dreaded words, "Can I see your I.D.". After the long awaited 21st birthday past, birthdays lose their allure. No longer do you wait in anticipation of increased freedoms. Birthdays now only signify the pasting of time and the hope that next year will be better the previous. I wish birthdays still came with the longing on an eight year-old. I remember those days of counting down each day until my day finally arrived. I was king for a day and took full advantage of it. When I turn 24 later this month, I will get up like any other day and go to work. I will enjoy spending the evening with Anna and whatever plans she has for me but I miss the days of the homemade crown and the pile of presents on the dinner table.

I experienced a rather weird feeling this weekend. Saturday, I had the privilege of moving Ab and Jer into their new apartment in the midst of the remnants of hurricane Ernesto. By the end of the couple of hours, I was completely drenched. I was so wet that when the rain hit me, it became wetter. Ab, thankfully, lent me her Covenant College hoodie which to the amazement of everyone, I fit in. My jeans had to dry out on their own but my part of the move was done. I simply sat back and watched all the girls scurry around the small flat finding the optimal place for a particular. Once Anna and I returned home for the night, i could almost feel rain hitting me even though I was in the house. The feeling of still jumping on a big trampoline even though you stopped hours before is the closest thing to which I could compare the feeling. The feeling stopped as I crawled into bed. Thank you Ab and Jer, for now i can claim that i moved someone in a hurricane.