I thought I had a GMSMA mailing to do tomorrow. But no. It's next Saturday. (When I'm away. Sorry, GMSMA.) Anyway, that means that now I'm going to call the Old People (aka, my parents) and let them know that I'm going home, packing a bag, throwing the dog in the car, and I'm heading to see them for the weekend. They'll be sooooo pleased. I'm also planning on Crossing The Big Threshhold and casually strolling to the door at 10pm tomorrow wearing my chaps and saying, "Don't wait up. I'm off to a gay bar. 'Night." Odds are I won't have the testicular fortitude to pull that off. Or I'll wait until they go to bed and sneak out like I used to do when I was seventeen.

Will I ever not be seventeen when it comes to me, my parents, and getting laid?