Bye, Weekend.

What’s up, November?!  You kind of snuck up on me, bro.

Although I had to work quite a bit and UVA’s football team continues to crush my heart each Saturday, it was still a fantastic weekend.  I hope you can say the same.  Here’s what I loved the most about this past weekend:

Bye, Weekend.  I Miss You

1.  I got to rock out with three amazing friends on Saturday.  Like the typical DC weekend, we made a rap video.  Other than my twin babies, it is my favorite thing I’ve ever made.  Seriously.  I’ve done a lot of cheesy musical performances over the years.  This one is actually good.  I hope.

2.  Halloween candy is still plentiful around our house.

3.  We had some folks over on Thursday for a non-party Halloween party.  It was fun catching up with old friends, meeting some new ones, and eating way too much food.

4.  I’m a 30-year-old attorney.  I spent Friday night playing a wrestling video game with two other legal professionals who are also present/future fathers.  Yep, we’re a mature and classy bunch.  Oh, and I also got to hang out with my super fly goddaughter.  Unfortunately, her parents separated us because I was “allegedly” teaching her “bad” things.  Whatever.

The Reach

5.  I caught up with a remarkable friend from dear ole’ UVA.  Seriously, he is the coolest and most interesting guy I’ve ever known (other than Justin Timberlake).  Hopefully we will break our streak of only seeing each other once every two years.  I hate it when life gets so busy that you can’t truly enjoy life.

6.  I got some new kicks.  I know the Bible says idolatry is bad, but I think Jesus would make an exception for Jordans.

Jordans7.  Speaking of Jesus, Pastor Dennis crushed an awesome message at Capital City Church about reaching the potential each of us has inside us and not being burdened by the heavy, confusing, and complicated yoke of religion.

8.  Our dear friends Eddie and Paul had a killer Halloween party.  I met so many wonderful people, ate so much incredible salsa, and plowed through twenty Double Stuf Oreos. I regretted two of those decisions the next morning.  Paul, who is a creative genius, had the fun idea that we should be Bert and Ernie for Halloween.  Although we looked like nightmarish versions of those beloved Sesame Street characters, it was still fun!

9.  The Patriots won.

10.  We’re one day closer to college basketball season.

Have a blessed week!


Halloween is awesome.

I love the candy.  I love stalking party photos on Facebook.  I love the costumes.

I really love the homemade costumes.  I’ll be rocking a do-it-yourself costume this Saturday night, just like I’ve always done in the past.  In “recent” years, I’ve been…

A Warbler from “Glee” (2012)


An Etch-a-Sketch (2011)


The Washington Monument (2009)


A tornado (2005)


I think I paid a combined $10 for those four costumes.  I also think I spent a combined 10 minutes of work making those four costumes.  That is probably obvious.

Although Halloween comes around only once a year, I wear a costume every single day:

There is a huge difference between the real me and the me the world sees.

The me the world sees is always happy, always positive, and always hopeful.  In recent years, the real me has struggled with my parents’ divorce, my brother’s incarceration, and my own marriage failures.

The me the world sees is outgoing and personable.  The real me would rather spend most nights taking naps, eating cereal for dinner, and playing video games.

The me the world sees is bold and confident.  The real me is fearful of criticism, constantly struggles with insecurity, and is haunted by regret.

That’s my costume.

It is normal for there to be a gap between the public and private versions of ourselves, but mine is probably too large.  This blog helps.  A lot.  I’ve also been dedicating more time to hanging out one-on-one with some of my friends.  It’s easy to wear a happy-go-lucky costume at big parties and social events.  It’s harder to hide behind a public persona when you’re sitting face-to-face with a friend for an hour.

That’s my costume.  It’s time for it to come off.