It’s 2:30 am. Do you know where your Jenn is?

…At the radio station, naturally, and in about three hours, I’ll be making the 360-mile trek up to the north country.  I’m saying Yes! to Michigan.

I haven’t been home since…:: actually goes back into LJ archives to look up:: since July 15th? It’s been awhile, then!  I haven’t been phoning home as much as I used to. When I do call, I get put on speaker phone while my life is segmented into Mom/Dad conversations — Mom with the General well-being/Friends/Dating questions, Dad choosing to focus on Work/Money/Automobile Maintenance. So a typical Q&A session will sound like,

Mom: “So how’s the new guy you’re seeing?” and simultaneously, Dad, shouting from the background: “Did you get your oil changed? Ask her if she got her oil changed!”

Talking about relationships always makes Dad uncomfortable.  I can’t even remember the last time Dad and I talked about anything remotely close to how men and women interact, actually.  You can’t really blame him, as I am his only child, and a daughter, at that.

But I digress. I’m looking forward to being home for a few days.  The weekend will culminate with a Sunday in Ann Arbor, where I will finally, FINALLY get to see RUFUS WAINWRIGHT in concert.  S’bout damn time, you all say. S’bout damn time.

*girly squeal*