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When I was growing up, my dad --being the true veteran he is-- would spend much of the Memorial Day morning getting the US flag infront of our house at half-staff. The national "moment of remembrance" takes place at fifteen hundred hours Washington time, so the flag would be back to its regular glory at noon. I remember my dad smiling, cheek to cheek, with the eagerness of a young boy, saying, "It's Memorial Day! Today is my day!"
It is his day, it really is. He has twenty-two years of service and a spinal injury to show for it, so he deserves it. I... Well, first of all, I got a chipped tooth this weekend.
I missed out on X-Men 3, because I didn't fandango my tickets like the smart kids did.
We drank $2 pints of Ginseng Porter until my friends got drunk enough to pretend they were walruses, and I got drunk enough to take photos of it.
The boyfriend and I drove one and a half hours to Portland, so we could install a curtain rod, and then, drive immediately back.
It's thirteen minutes past one in the morning now. I'm going to finish a homework assignment, go to sleep, and wake up at at seven. Night, folks.
Posted by Stacy on May 30, 2006 01:13 AM | Filed In: Undergrad
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