I'd be foolish to actually try to get any sleep tonight, or any work done tomorrow, since it's all just going to be a big ramp-up to this.

A thoroughly enjoyable and wholesome day. It felt good to get up before noon. Jenn and I drove to Des Moines and took in a matinee of Mamma Mia! with my parents, and though every fiber of my postmodern-metaboy demeanor railed against it, I was entertained. Musical theatre as escapist vehicle? Now I've seen everything!

And while we may be too cool to admit it now, Abba wrote some pretty cool songs. There are strange moments among those pop hooks (and some pretty cool hooks). Leave it to the Swedish.

And after a quick home-cooked meal in Grinnell (my mother's the sort of person who just "throws together" an amazing shrimp and vegetable pasta at the last minute) we got back on the road and arrived at Ransom's, where we watched the back-to-back Simpsons episodes, drank jello shots and beer, ate delicious lukewarm pizza, and surveyed the hole he managed to put in his bedroom carpet with fire over the weekend.

On the way home there was a huge full moon, low on the horizon. And we listened to Pete Yorn and didn't really say much, heading back home under a huge midwestern winter sky.

This is perhaps the coolest thing I've heard about in quite some time.

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