you snooze you looze
so on friday night i was kicking around downtown traverse city with a bunch of my little brothers friends, which is already kind of weird because he wasnt there and im like 6 years older than them. then someone gets the bright idea that we should start freestyle climbing the buildings in downtown TC, and instead of being all like "thats irresponsible and dangerous, lets just go get high" im all like "how about that one?"
so me, micajah, stephen, and like 4 other kids whose names i couldnt remember (and were subsequently given funny nicknames that i could remember) started scaling walls and abandoned fire escapes and stuff, all clambering all over rooftops 40-50 feet tall at 2am. at one point i talked everyone into jumping a 5-foot gap in the buildings to a rooftop that was like a story below us, and somehow no one got hurt.
this is why i should never be the oldest. or in charge.
other than that, tc kind of sucked. it was very strange for me to realize after a day and a half there that i was super homesick for mount pleasant. i was so homesick, i didnt even get drunk at bowling, and instead drove home. that has never happened before. except that one time. no, i think pete still drove. okay, so never.
its that time of year when only the die hard ljers and people that have internet connection update on anything resembling a regular basis. i am one of these. guess which.
daves and tracy's basement is nice, but unfurnished, so i basically live out of a bean bag chair. and i really like MP in the summer but it gets super lonely up here sometimes . . . regardless, its better than TC for sure. im surprised to find how sad i am at the prospect of leaving home for the rest of the summer.
oh, and i have to go to like 3 weddings in a row! oh fuck i HATE weddings!!! you just sit, and wait, and sit, and wait some more, and then wait for dinner, and then wait for the speeches to be over, and then you have to do the chicken dance. whats fun about that?
the only way thats fun is seeing if you can get drunk enough to fuck up the chicken dance. and you have to be pretty damn drunk to fuck up the chicken dance.
dave and tracy's wedding is last, and the only one i actually have to stand in. warning: someone will be carrying me from the reception hall, because i will not be able to leave of my own accord. it may be my little brothers that do the carrying, it may be the police. it may be a combination of the two. we'll see.
who's hungry? if anyones hungry, swing by pizza king tonite. im lonely and i need someone to talk to that isnt 17 years old (ie, most of the girls that work at PK).
ill feed you.
but only one or two of you. if you show up late, too bad.
so me, micajah, stephen, and like 4 other kids whose names i couldnt remember (and were subsequently given funny nicknames that i could remember) started scaling walls and abandoned fire escapes and stuff, all clambering all over rooftops 40-50 feet tall at 2am. at one point i talked everyone into jumping a 5-foot gap in the buildings to a rooftop that was like a story below us, and somehow no one got hurt.
this is why i should never be the oldest. or in charge.
other than that, tc kind of sucked. it was very strange for me to realize after a day and a half there that i was super homesick for mount pleasant. i was so homesick, i didnt even get drunk at bowling, and instead drove home. that has never happened before. except that one time. no, i think pete still drove. okay, so never.
its that time of year when only the die hard ljers and people that have internet connection update on anything resembling a regular basis. i am one of these. guess which.
daves and tracy's basement is nice, but unfurnished, so i basically live out of a bean bag chair. and i really like MP in the summer but it gets super lonely up here sometimes . . . regardless, its better than TC for sure. im surprised to find how sad i am at the prospect of leaving home for the rest of the summer.
oh, and i have to go to like 3 weddings in a row! oh fuck i HATE weddings!!! you just sit, and wait, and sit, and wait some more, and then wait for dinner, and then wait for the speeches to be over, and then you have to do the chicken dance. whats fun about that?
the only way thats fun is seeing if you can get drunk enough to fuck up the chicken dance. and you have to be pretty damn drunk to fuck up the chicken dance.
dave and tracy's wedding is last, and the only one i actually have to stand in. warning: someone will be carrying me from the reception hall, because i will not be able to leave of my own accord. it may be my little brothers that do the carrying, it may be the police. it may be a combination of the two. we'll see.
who's hungry? if anyones hungry, swing by pizza king tonite. im lonely and i need someone to talk to that isnt 17 years old (ie, most of the girls that work at PK).
ill feed you.
but only one or two of you. if you show up late, too bad.