Sore, tired and awake

Yeah, that's me. I'm at my parents house who have been gracious enough to let two sore martial heathens crash for the night. Yesterday, Greg and I drove down to the Twin Cities and went to day one of a taijutsu seminar led by Kevin... sorry Kevin; I'm blanking on your name for the time being.

Anyway, the seminar was good, I think. It's really overwhelming to me. All sorts of levels of people practicing, all sorts of Japanese words flying around. I'm pretty sure I'm newer to this art than anyone else in the room. But everyone is friendly and helping me out by giving me tips or advice or letting me beat on them. Or by beating on me. It's all good.

Last night, we all went out for Ethiopian food at "The Blue Nile." It was good food, really great spiritual and semi-metaphysical conversation (I think maybe Greg was a little taken aback), and nice gang tags in the bathroom to boot. We came home with the intention of playing cards and hanging out, but we all just kind of crashed and decided it was time for bed. So we hit the sack. Or the futon. Or the couch. Or the floor, as the case may be.

This morning, we go back to day two of the seminar and have to be on the mat by 8 a.m. *groan* That's a little on the early side, if I do say so myself, but what the heck; I may be home while it's still light outside.

Apparently, Dad's giving the sermon at the church he and Mom go to this morning. He really wanted me to come because he's addresing some of the questions I raised in a previous post in my blog. But I'll be getting the crap kicked out of me by other heathens dressed in black pajamas. Sorry, Dad. I'd love to hear it some other time, though.

I guess it's time for me to go off into the world and make this day happen. Cheers, all ya'll.