So now 4 years later I am entering another spring in StL and thinking about re-birth. It's a good time a year for it. the Redbuds outside my office are starting to flower and a pair of morning doves have built a nest, spending the day fending off the somewhat aggressive campus squirrels. It is also the season of friends' birthdays, which I suppose is the product of summer lovin' in the late 70s/early 80s.
I hosted a Resurrection of my own this past Saturday. Well, actually, it was to celebrate the birth of the 27th Jennifer (notice my masterful incorporation of Jen's age and the Mike Doughty song... coincidence, I think not- that's what I call blogging!) That, and I really wanted to cement my future damnation...
Without much further ado, philosophizing on "hope springing eternal" and the benefits of whiskey punch, I give you my version of the best way to welcome in the new season. And in light of these recharging festivities (well, no one had to hold up in a cave for a few days beforehand, but you get the point) I suppose I am now prepared to kick some ass until solstice!
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