Cherith and I leave tomorrow afternoon for Israel. The funny thing is, it still hasn't hit me. Which is probably bad, seeing as I need to pack still...
Anyway, this past week was pretty good. I finished the pre-trip paper, finally. It's not great, but hey, it's done. Following that, Jason came up to visit before he leaves for Australia next week (I'm not sure if it's truly hit him yet). That's going to be a good time for him...6 months of great tutelage under Stan Baker, former National Superintendent of the Wesleyan-Methodist Church of Australia. Too bad he was on leave during the debacle that partly caused Cherith and I to leave Oz...
And tonight, bringing a grand finale to the last month or so, Cherith and I went to
the Melting Pot for her 25th birthday! Holy cow was it good, too. Well worth the cost, though it's not something you'd want to do very often. Happy birthday hun!
Only an hour and a half to go on my last shift for the next month. Crazy!
Oh, by the way...if you're a Coldplay enthusiast and you haven't listened to Viva La Vida yet, point at yourself in the mirror and yell "Shame!!!" I've had it on repeat for the past, oh, week. And I'm not a single step closer to being tired of it yet. It's getting pretty good reviews, but it seems like most of the naysayers are more caught up in how much like other bands this one sounds, combined with a weird feeling of disappointment that the album wasn't even more experimental, I guess.