Wherein Bry is an Irish margarita drinker, a walker, old, and crazy all at once.

On Sunday, I actually had a weekend day off, which was shocking. I decided to take advantage by going kayaking, something I've been wanting to do for months but haven't had the time for.

I was nervous, I've only kayaked in the San Juans and on a lake, both of which involved getting into the kayak while standing in the water. Not so on the Tualatin River, where I rented a kayak, where you get in off the dock.

When I was signing the rental agreement and releasing the company of any liability, I said to GZ, "Any liability I am releasing them from, I hereby transfer to you. You are now responsible for me."

Getting into the kayak went fine because the rental dude helped me. "I'm a little worried about my dismount," I told GZ. And I sort of did worry about it for the first hour, but then I forgot because I was having a lot fun.

We saw 3 heron and a bunch of geese whom I told "I will murder you if you come near me."

It was a really great afternoon on the river and it made me sad that it took so long to make it there; where did the summer go? How many more summer nights are there left?

Tonight when I was walking post-margaritas and pre-stout at the Co. Cork Public House, I kept laughing to myself and my walking companion kept saying What? But I had no answer.

In my head I was thinking about Bry of 24 years ago. Bry that wore the biggest, nerdiest glasses in the world (pictures soon to come!). Bry who had a belly that was always showing, though I was also quite skinny. Bry who was completely clueless there would be sad times down the road. Bry who only knew that Mom was going to make her dinner and hug her and tell her she loved her. Bry who was smart and starting to become funny.

And I laughed to myself, thinking, Bry of the past has nothing on Bry of today. And if I think Bry of today is the best Bry yet, then I should be excited about Bry of the Future.

And then I started thinking about Michael J. Fox which led to thinking about what would making out with Michael J. Fox be like?

And that led to thinking about making out with Christopher Lloyd. There were a few Back to the Future steps in there, but the end result is I'm concerned that Bry of the Future might have to make out with old dudes.