In retrospect, the month of June consisted of three monumentally embarrassing moments, one daring move that paid off, and the best weekend of the year thus far.
Over the course of those 30 days, I reconnected with several old friends and made several new ones (may have even lost a couple, too); nearly killed a person with a golf ball (don't ask); nearly killed myself playing tennis (no really, don't ask); got my hair done for $235 - only to have it look slightly different than it did before (wtf?!); went to a Giants game that I can tell you absolutely nothing about (I think they lost?); tried "sipping tequila" ('twas surprisingly good) and shooting Jameson (not quite so good); had more than one memorable American Beauty moment (i.e., plastic bag scene); smoked on a hookah for the first time (mmm...watermelon); was moved to tears in a symphony (twice); booked a flight to my beloved London town after nearly three years of being away (come September, woo hoo!); witnessed the debauchery and exhibitionism of Pride Weekend (somewhat frightening, and yet oddly refreshing, too); did "the right thing" twice (and was surprised by how good it felt); and took pause more than once to say to myself, "Remember this moment."
All things considered, I'd say it was, in fact, a very memorable month.
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