Desert camouflage makes me tear up. And it's been like that for fifteen years. Today, my team left work early to see a movie for teambuilding. It's the Desert Storm Marine movie.

And then, I was forty-five minutes early for a gathering at a restaurant for cranberry margaritas. And I'd been instructed to get a table for ten. Five minutes in, I ordered an appetizer. No, really, I've got at least nine friends coming. And I sat there, all by my lonesome in an empty restaurant, humming along with Bon Jovi on the Muzak overhead and text messaged everyone I know while waiting for people to show up. Thank God for Kristen and Alia getting there when they did.

And I will love you, baby, Always... and I'll be there, forever and a day...And I know when I die, you'll be on my mind, and I'll love you Always...

And I know that yourself or someone like you could lecture me about the dangers of medication and tequila, and singing out loud, but this is where I will simply retort that life is SHORT. I wasn't driving. It's not like this is something I do every weekend.

We ended up having to add tables and chairs to our group. I could have stayed longer, except for the fact that I began telling too many stories, and at least I recognize this about myself. When the people at neighboring tables lean in to hear the one about the Weekend in Memphis, it is time to GO.