we came, we lost, we partied anyway
Yesterday's pick-game of kickball was a bit of a disaster. A moral loss too, for some of us. Still, we managed to gather up our spirits for a fantastic 4/20 potluck (food, people!) at our team member's house. I arrived early and helped make the guac for the 7-layer dip, because that's just the kind of nice girl I am sometimes.
I met a ton of cute fellas, but most were boring or insane. One was an extra-special smart ass, so I didn't mind when he walked me to the train. On the way, however, I learned he's 21. 21! He was born in the 80s. How does that even happen??? Still, I collected his phone number and perhaps we'll have coffee and talk about his whole life being ahead of him, what with the PhD program at CalTec awaiting him. Holy crap, that kind of stuff makes me feel like such a loser until I remember life is not a competition (in theory).
Boy I could really use some more sleep. Still, it was a damn fun day. Oh, and I had a brunch date before all of this that went swimmingly. And this guy was born in the 70s, like a normal frickin' person...
I met a ton of cute fellas, but most were boring or insane. One was an extra-special smart ass, so I didn't mind when he walked me to the train. On the way, however, I learned he's 21. 21! He was born in the 80s. How does that even happen??? Still, I collected his phone number and perhaps we'll have coffee and talk about his whole life being ahead of him, what with the PhD program at CalTec awaiting him. Holy crap, that kind of stuff makes me feel like such a loser until I remember life is not a competition (in theory).
Boy I could really use some more sleep. Still, it was a damn fun day. Oh, and I had a brunch date before all of this that went swimmingly. And this guy was born in the 70s, like a normal frickin' person...