Think Down & Slow About It
While out wandering about the earth, I made many invaluable discoverings. Foremost, that my memory is a piece of disaster. I won't have to continue explaining my discoverings, because I don't remember them.
Deleriousness sets in. And then you're home, writing a blog about your spectacular getaways and vacated time. My vacated time can be captured in the trilogy: rocks, water, dirt. At no point were all 3 escaped simultaneously (that means together).
And so I swam. Or attempted. More accurately, I sank. But it was really refreshing. To sink. It wasn't cold, for cold is an over-used made-up word for too many things. It was chilling (in a piercing kind of way).
Oh yes, I walked. Whether a frightening trek up an unbeaten cliffside along some road, or the dehydrating paved miles to the oft-overlooked scenic overlook, my shoes did wear.
Good friend Brandon Finley and fiance Sarah Some-name joined us for a swim, eat, & hike. What day the party occurred is completely irrelevant because we were camping. So quit with the mental timelines. I know you're making them.
Injuries, abbrasions, scratches, cuts, scrapes, bruises, bumps, infectious epidemics, pains, ills, bites, swells, moops, whipples, and dittles, among other calamities occurred. Yes. And for future reference, "Injuries" is a great way to start a paragraph.
Injuries leeches onto your attention so you will read about lulling facts like bike tire puctures and bird-bombed windowshields. We drove to a little town called San Antonio, where good friend Brandon Finley and fiance Sarah Some-name live and Scott Finley preaches. If he(Brandon)'ll quit moving the wedding back every year, I'll someday be the Best Man. Hopes are high to medium-high, but eventually a better man will rise.
Injuries still grabbing your attention? The Silverado is "blue granite metallic" for all you wonderers out there. It contains all sorts of features like automatic gadgets and whizzy-dizzy gizmos. The odometer nears 1600, and, because I couldn't find the knobbish button, so does the tripodometer.
We ate at food places, such as resturaunts and picnic tables of varying shades. Mostly picnic tables at resturaunts. I called McDonald's Food Information Service to aquire the ingredients of a one ounce BBQ sauce, but the service was closed.
I lost my wallet two times. I would've made 3, but I didn't have my wallet.
X-Men 3... !
Injuries.