Yet Another Failed Attempt at Journaling...

       Totally weird I know but Sawyer and I met the 'rents in New Orleans.   We had dinner at Muriel's in the Quarter, and then went back to my place.   The conversation was good.  My father didn't nit pick and before I knew it I was actually calling him Dad.   It was a good night, all around and I invited them to visit in Seattle  I told Dad I'd taken the boat with me, and that we could go fishing while he was there.      I can't help but wonder if he has a terminal illness.   Not that he'd have to be dying just to be nice to me, but it would explain a lot.

  And for the record, I have checked.   That bust I got in Florida over the cheerleader....  Legal age in Florida is sixteen.   So the whole thing was just another way my father tried to control me.   Well the joke's on you, Dad.  There's  nothing  you can do to touch me now.

       So, Sawyer and I went to Italy so she could assess the security needs of Alex's 'house' as he calls it.   It's a fucking castle, but he calls it a house.   We got that done, spent a little time sight seeing, went to a party in Rome...      And that's where things went a little sideways.   Not that it was a bad thing, just unplanned, unexpected.   I just hope she doesn't grow to hate me for it.