Walking home from the Addison Red Line stop, and I hear a "Eric Abando" from a voice from the past. It's John Groden, going to the Cubs game with some coworkers. Awesome. Haven't seen that guy in forever, like 7 or 8 years, and even then, the last time I saw him we just ran into each other in front of the Flat Top Grill on North Ave. So, quick catchup, and he had to go, but would be nice to sit down with him again. One of those guys I look up to. I was actually on my way to the old place to see if I still had my cleats, which I don't. Called my mom to make plans for the weekend and asked her to check around to see if I had sent my cleats out to run around in the open fields in Woodstock. Hoping that's true so I don't have to buy new cleats to try and play a sport I'm not sure I can still play. Anyway, finally watched Forgetting Sarah Marshall over a dinner eggplant omelette and rice. Good movie, and it's growing on me. Thinking I should take up some form of running again.