So behind.

A recap of things I never blogged about.

My blog is very much behind on my life. There was a time where I couldn’t go to bed without sitting at my laptop and editing my photos and updating what I did that day. I guess, in a way, it’s a good thing that I’ve gotten behind. When I start traveling I won’t always have as easy access to the internet and won’t always be able to post everything I do. But, believe me, I’ll try. And when I get way too behind I’ll spend some time going through everything I’ve done that I wanted to say but never did.

Like I never told you about that time, when there was still inches of snow on the ground, that I went to Tabitha and Ryan’s for a movie marathon. How we watched two movies in a row that made me nauseous by showing a bone breaking. That we watched Trolljegeren (Troll Hunter), an amazing Norwegian “documentary” about, well, a troll hunter. And how we watched A Serbian Film, which was, well, probably the most disturbing movie I will ever see in my life.

Like I never told you about that time that Jeff and I went to see Richard Shindell in concert.

Like I never told you about when Heather and I went to Hopleaf and I got a duck reuben and raspberry lambic and Heather said goodbye to a friend.

Like I never told you about going to the Moon for Jen’s birthday and eating a pile of mashed potatoes because I had had a few cavities filled and my whole mouth was numb.

Like I never showed you these random potholes filled with art on my block.

Like I never showed you this random photo of fire trucks outside.

Or this random photos of my headband collection.

I never told you about getting Guatemalan take out my last week in Chicago.

I never told you that my mom made me go to Irish Times for dinner for my dad’s birthday.

I never you I got mac and cheese from the Southern Mac truck and it was kind of mushy and not that flavorful.

I never told you about going to see Eric’s play. The third one I’ve seen in some dude’s condo. And how Eric didn’t suck but drank his coffee with the spoon still in it.

And I never told you about that time Mat came over and made me take random photos of him to send to his agent and had a red nose and too tight pants and wouldn’t let me get out my good camera. (These are the outtakes…)

Or that time I tried to convince his hungry self to stay over by texting him photos to prove that I had all the ingredients to make a burrito. (albeit an expired moldy burrito…)

Or that time I went to see him perform at Second City.

Or that time he came over and we talked until late.

Or that time we went to the Moon and had an in depth conversation about puppies.

Or the other times I’m sure we hung out that I don’t remember.

I didn’t tell you about going to Uncommon Ground for a Meet Plan Go meet up. Or to the Hubbard Inn for a kick off party for Gadling’s Traveling the American Road.

And I certainly didn’t tell you about cooking a prosciutto pizza. Or lamb chops. Or lamb stew. Or a steak with peach caprese salad. Or a random peach tart I made out of random ingredients and prayer.

I’ve gotten behind and I never got around to writing about any of these things. And I guess it’s something I’m going to have to get used to.