Yesterday was graduation day for Armstrong. Joey graduated, along with most of the other classmates of mine from my major at Armstrong. Here's a bunch of them with one of our professors. In addition to them graduating, I had 2 friends from Wesley and Hai graduating as well. It was great to see everyone I knew that worked so hard for their degrees to walk that stage.
After the ceremony, I went along with Joey's family to lunch. We ate the The Pirate's House. I last ate there when I was 17 and with a Girl Scout troop visiting from Augusta. Joey had wanted to dine at the DeSoto Hilton's restaurant, but they weren't serving at the time we got there. It was a packed house between other celebrations from the day and tourists. Prior to seating, Joey grabbed a Blood Mary drink. When he drinks, he remarks that I'm not going to like it. He's right. I don't. However, there is just something about him telling me I'm not going to like to do something that makes me want to do it. He remarked I wouldn't even want to try it. I took his glass and attempted a sip. The whiff of the tomato juice entering my nose got at me. I gave him back the glass and explained the thought of drinking tomatoes makes me ill. I don't know why, but it does.
The meal was nice. Lunch was Joey, his mom and step-father, his uncle, and me. We froze during out meal having the A/C vent blow directly over our table. It was a nice dinner that made me feel like I was dining with my own family. After the meal, the family drove me back to my car and we went our separate ways for the rest of the day.
This morning, I spent time with my father as he ran some errands. While I was with him, I got a call from Joey inviting me to join his family at breakfast. So, I joined them as soon as I could. We all had an interesting talk on politics. While there, Harris asked me for help with a story he wrote. Harris is an old friend of that family, and he knows me from all the dinners Joey takes me along on when dining with Harris. I agreed to help him. It seems he asked Joey earlier, but went for my help, first. After breakfast, Joey and I took Harris to the school to assist with the editing of the story. We didn't radically change the story, but we cleared up some ambiguities. How we helped illustrated how differently Joey and I help others.
Tomorrow, I'm going to seek some help for myself. I have an appointment with a doctor about getting some help. Lord knows I need it. Today, I had an anger issue. I tried to run away from it, but again, I got called out on it.
[♪ Listening to: "Just Between You and Me" - Lou Gramm]
Posted by Shawn at May 4, 2008 11:24 PM in Flickr Photos, General.
