Thank you

It's 2004, I've lived in Peru for a year, and I have no idea who I am. I think my favorite music is huayno and all i want is chicha and papa rellena from the lady at the market with gold teeth. I get a letter from my mom-- a homemade greeting card, really-- listing all the things I like in different colors of marker. The Daily Show, gummy candy, Raymond Carver, the Seattle Mariners. It all comes back to me.

I'm lucky to have really good friends, people who make thoughtful gifts when my head is buried so deep in the solipsistic haze of laws that I can't tell where my brain stops and the Multistate Professional Responsibility Exam begins. So tonight I want to make explicit my gratitude to my parents for always knowing me, to JRC and Greg for being my Griffeys, and to Milo for this journey we share. Thank you thank you thank you!