Nostalgia is so powerful. I'm fully conscious of it and yet I still couldn't resist losing 30 minutes to this without even realizing it. Spent some time channel surfing 1997, which was a fairly pivotal year for me.
Going to New Orleans. Seeing Crash Worship. Met a girl there. With her best friend, all 3 of us climbed a huge, ancient tree. Watched the moon rise over the city.