Well, regardless of my pre-game jitters, the party went off really well, and I ended up having a great weekend.

Something that came to mind a few days ago was how unreliable memory can be. Now, I understand that this is a pretty common problem with wide application, but where it came up with me was my memory of my mom's aneurysm. It happened in February of 1987, and I'd say that even through my senior year of high school (1999), that night was my single most vivid memory. I'm not quite sure when it happened, but somewhere since then, everything's gotten fuzzy. I can still remember what happened, but it's no longer like reliving the whole thing. I don't know if it's that I've been away from home and the people and situations who bring it to mind, or if I've moved beyond some of the scars left by that night. Has my development as an individual minimized the importance of some of the events of my childhood? I know that it continues to impact who I am as a person, but have I simply come to terms with it and concentrated more on building a future rather than dealing with the past? Or have I chosen to forget and to suppress the period between kindergarten and college? Is this a healthy or dangerous change in my psyche? I guess we'll see in the long run.