We miss you, Shaq.

FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH

Last weekend Erica and I headed up to Minneapolis, visiting my brother and taking in all that Minnesota has to offer. First stop was the Mall of America, or MOA, as it is called.


I'm totally MOA right now.

My brother tells me that the South section is the most dangerous, which blows my mind to think that there is a dangerous section. Not in the danger zone was an Orange Julius, which I used to love growing up. They had one at the UTC, but then it closed and I didn't have one again until college, when they had one at the Serramonte Mall. I had to have one. I decided on an original, and oh heavenly delight, it was as delicious as my childhood remembered. They are samplings of fucking nirvana. Yeah, I said it. I looked for a recipe on the Internet, and here's a recipe some dude has even copyrighted:

Recipe Created By: Robbie
Prep. Time: 0:15Serves: 2
6 oz. can frozen concentrated orange juice
1 cup milk - low-fat okay
1 cup water
1/4 cup granulated sugar
1 tsp. vanilla extract
8 ice cubes

-Pour all ingredients, except ice cubes, in a blender.
-Blend, adding ice cubes one at a time, until smooth.

Nice secret blending technique, Robbie. Glad you got the copyright on it. Now, no one steal this, or Robbie will sue. By the way, there's a ton of Orange Julius recipes on the Internet, so I'm not the only one with misguided priorities.

Slurp!

To follow, we went here:


and went tubing. There were fathers and their little kids, teenagers, and us, four twenty and thrity year-olds crashing their lines. First couple runs were a little tentative, but pretty soon I was racing from the tow line to the fir

The only thing that comes with age is responsibility. I think I may be avoiding that as much as possible in my life. I was thinking about this last night as I played Splinter Cell on my XBOX until 3am. I work a crappy day job I can't stand that barely affords me a living, I am more disorganized than I have ever been, I sleep less, and my evening hours are usally spent either rehearsing or performing improvisation. That doesn't sound like what I thought 30 would be like.

Most of my friends are either married or engaged, going to grad shcool, buying a home, or having children. I'm not worried about keeping up, rather a little amazed at the path my life has taken. When I was a teenager, I really never had set goals for myself by certain ages. That might have been a mistake, I don't know. I'm reflecting because I may be moving to Amsterdam to work in a theater there doing sketch and improv. I will be 31 in October, and this feels, this move to another country, like only keeping me from truly growing up. I have no idea why I feel this way. On the other hand, I'm totally thrilled.