I’ve been watching coverage of Osama Bin Laden’s death for the past couple of hours. They have finally switched to local news. I found out when I settled down on my bed to watch the 11:00 news. I was pretty shocked by it. It seemed like we would never get the guy, but I’m glad we did. I’m glad this earth can be rid of his evil. But where there’s one, there’s another I’m sure. Hopefully our intelligence will be able to stop any retaliation for his death.
I guess this is one of those things that I’ll remember where I was when it happened. I remember where I was when Reagan was shot (sick and lying in the living room), when I found out about the Challenger (in the lunch room, fifth grade), 9/11 (I actually slept late and my mom told me when I got up). I suppose there are other things I should remember where I was when they happened, or how I found out. I think I found out about Sadam Hussein on the internet.
Zach went to see Tim McGraw tonight (and forgot to bring him home with him) so I was solo for dinner. I went to Smokey Bones, which is typical. I ended up talking to an older gentleman at the bar. His philosophy on life is to do what you enjoy, and not be afraid to laugh at yourself. I like that. I wish I could be that carefree. It was nice talking to him. Then he invited me to his apartment to watch a movie and have a drink. You’re cool, dude, but I don’t think so. What is it with me and older men? They’ve always gravitated towards me. And I don’t mean reasonably older men, I mean older like close to my parents age. Something about me must scream daddy issues I guess.
I really should go to sleep, but I’m pretty wired.