Maturity-Immaturity
This past weekend, I joined seven of my dear friends for a day of amusement at Paramount King's Dominion. At least one didn't like heights, and probably all of us have been known to "lovingly" disagree on more than one occasion. Recipe for disaster? No sir, not today. Following the example of "Positive Girl," we had fab-o-lous summer fun. As far as I know, everyone had a coaster buddy whenever they needed one, we got to ride nearly everything we wanted to, and we ate dinner moments before anyone was so hungry they might do something foolish. Amazing, and amusing.

Again
There are moments in life that serve as markers for the dawning of a new age. The first backpack, the first drive-thru window, the first hand-hold, the first sleepover, the first time chocolate milk is made in the mouth.

The first time chocolate milk is made in the mouth? Yes. One part milk unswallowed. The head tilts back as the chocolate pours into the open mouth, the shallow puddle of milk awaiting its arrival. A little of the chocolate may reach a taste bud and delight it; the sign to stop the syrup and close the mouth. Proceed to high pressured in-mouth swishing. Use the tongue to collect any leftover chocolate before a second round of high pressure swishing. Then let the nectar of the cow gods and the cocoa beans slowly wash away the years of of building cynicism. Emerge renewed. Yessss.