If I say something dorky, or write some dorky e-mail or just generally act stupid...it is because of my inner-dork who comes out to embarrass me from time to time. I asked Slingshot last night why I was so publicly dorky (in e-mail, in person, etc) sometimes...she responded that sometimes I just "wear my dork on my sleeve"
Why the warning to this group in particular? Because I am aware of my summer slipping away rapidly. And then I will have to go away (I mean it's not like I'm dying, I'll still read the blog...and hopefully exchange the occasional e-mail with people), but I only have, between traveling and re-entry to Rhode Island, probably 10 more chances to run with you...chase you...whatever the hell it is that I do. And I won't be in Austin again until November and not for any length of time until December. And as time slips away I am likely to get dorkier. Just sayin'..
I mean think what i'll miss. Wiley fighting at Cafe Mundi, the various races, drunken moments and misadventures of the group, the excitement of running on the east side, looking for the perfect margarita and food all at the same place (which hopefully stays open past 9 p.m.), the heat even at 6 a.m. (OK I won't miss that!), and most of all Kipp the Clown...although I suspect the Panther will find a way to terrorize me with Kipp if it ever needs to happen.
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