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So after all the frantic tourist-ing I went through while my parents were here this week, it felt good to kick back and relax on a sunday afternoon. Oh and the jug of beer didn't hurt either. I have some more pictures and interesting stories, but it's beer time. Driving to the airport at 5:30 am + 64 oz of beer makes for some epic napping. Also, I've been trying to figure out how I feel about Perry's big "Prayer-a-Palooza" today. After much deliberation and 64 oz of beer, here's all I've got: lol. Insightful, no? Bryan

No clever introduction. My mom called me a foodie the other day, and I've been mulling over whether or not she may be on to something. Why I'll never be a foodie A. I refuse to take pictures at restaurants/bars/etc. I'm the kind of person who hates cameras. Now, I like being able to look back at pictures (especially of myself) as much as the next (arrogant) guy, but there's something very intrusive and unwelcome about pulling out a camera. Nothing sucks the air out of a room like flash photography. It forces an immediate self-awareness and reflection on a moment that previously had been unburdened by thoughts of future consequences. Coincidentally, this is also how I feel about cell phones omnipresence. Which is an odd opinion for a young tech-savvy guy to have, I understand. I remember when Ann and I first started dating, it took me many frustrating months to break her* of constantly  texting during dinner. Maybe my notoriously bad phone skills are a pendulum