So I was up at 5:15 am to get ready for the long day of driving to Dallas for my friend Steve's funeral. I was fortunate to have 2 mutual friends ride down with me.
The morning started off less than stellar. I tried my suit on the other night to make sure it still fit and it did (sort of). However, I didnt try on the shirt that goes with the suit. So anyway this morning I go to try to button the top button, and it's not going to happen. Not by a long shot. I swear about that time I thought I heard my friend Steve's laugh and him say, "way to go lard ass".
I'm glad that I went though (minus a tie).... I'm glad I got to talk with his mom, dad, sister and his wife. I wrote on my last post that he was 35. I was wrong, he was 33.