The first was when we received a surprise gift in the post from my aunt. Holding up the little yellow and green one-piece pajama thingy (I'm sure I'll learn the lingo soon) with frog heads for feet (not real, because that would be pretty sick), I thought, "holy $hit! There's gonna be a baby filling this soon."
The second instance was this past Friday. I had a conversation with a co-worker that went something like:
"Hey Nate, fancy a pint or two after work?"
To which I replied: "Thanks, but I have to go pick up a crib and high chair from some friends who are moving back to the States."
Wow.
In fierce defiance of my pending reality, Jason stopped by Europe for a proper lad trip, as they call such things over here. |
| Plaza de Espana - grey but happy |
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| The narrow streets of Seville |
Despite some persistent Spanish rain and Jason's persistent cold, we had a fantastic time.
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| Jason fired up for a night on the town in Lagos |
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| Lagos, Portugal |
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| With our surf guide, Jez. Possibly the coolest man on earth. |
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| Sigh. I want to go back. |
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