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Alright, now I am so ready to live in a city again.
Jill and Paul came over to hang out at about 9. Sweet. We wasted no time and decided that ice cream would be most fitting to a lovely summer night. To Ben and Jerry's! But then when we get there, I (foolishly) throw out the idea of Culver's. Paul takes to this idea much more generously. Jill's dad tells Jill via cell phone that the Navarre Culver's is closer to Wayzata than the one on 55. So we go there. And it was a lovely drive, along Lake Minnetonka, with this big ol' moon, reflecting off the water. We walk inside the Culver's, and we're told that they're closed, even though we were able to walk in, the doors weren't locked, and they didn't even have hours posted. I sat in the middle of the front seat of Jill's Crown Vic, so all of us were in the front seat. That was fun. But. OK. Fine. Stupid old Coldstone. I don't like Coldstone, they're too expensive, and I just don't like they're ice cream, but shoot, our journey would not be in vain. Back to ol' Plymouth. Blast! Coldstone is closed! So we wander around Lund's for, oh, maybe 45 minutes. I love Lunds when there's nothing else to do: fancy grocery store that's open 24 hours? Count me in! We finally decide to try the Holiday on the way to my house, because I've seen them advertise Sebastion Joe's ice cream. And guess what: yup, closed. I did have a box of Rocky Road at home, so we ate some of that, but it just wasn't the same. I love the summer tradition of going out for ice cream; I don't need the ice cream, really, just the going out for it. I can't wait to be back in a city, where the world doesn't shut down after 10.
Then we played some Ouija. It was being frustrating, as it has been the last year, going back and forth between two letters. I asked if there was anyone else we could talk to. It was completely still. I again asked if there was anyone else we could talk to. Again, completely still (and this is after it had been moving fairly quickly). I started getting annoyed and start being commanding, as I do when the board doesn't cooperate with me, simply because I like to be in control of it, for my sanity. It starts moving, very slowly. When it moves very slowly, I have a hard time keeping track of what it's doing, so I spaced out. I saw it go to what I thought was Q, then P. Paul and Jill's hands fly off the board. "What?" I ask, because I was completely in the dark concerning the significance of QP. "Jenny," Jill says, "it spelled out 'stop.'" We said goodbye then.
Then we just kicked it and talked. We talked about a scene we would like to see in a horror movie. There are a few lights on, but it's pretty quiet, when all of a sudden, all the electric products in the house turn on; suddenly, there's all this noise from radios, televisions, telephones, etc. Then, the breaker just shuts off, because there's too much electricity running through it. We must remember this.
All in all, a most chill night, but I think a great time.
Jill and Paul came over to hang out at about 9. Sweet. We wasted no time and decided that ice cream would be most fitting to a lovely summer night. To Ben and Jerry's! But then when we get there, I (foolishly) throw out the idea of Culver's. Paul takes to this idea much more generously. Jill's dad tells Jill via cell phone that the Navarre Culver's is closer to Wayzata than the one on 55. So we go there. And it was a lovely drive, along Lake Minnetonka, with this big ol' moon, reflecting off the water. We walk inside the Culver's, and we're told that they're closed, even though we were able to walk in, the doors weren't locked, and they didn't even have hours posted. I sat in the middle of the front seat of Jill's Crown Vic, so all of us were in the front seat. That was fun. But. OK. Fine. Stupid old Coldstone. I don't like Coldstone, they're too expensive, and I just don't like they're ice cream, but shoot, our journey would not be in vain. Back to ol' Plymouth. Blast! Coldstone is closed! So we wander around Lund's for, oh, maybe 45 minutes. I love Lunds when there's nothing else to do: fancy grocery store that's open 24 hours? Count me in! We finally decide to try the Holiday on the way to my house, because I've seen them advertise Sebastion Joe's ice cream. And guess what: yup, closed. I did have a box of Rocky Road at home, so we ate some of that, but it just wasn't the same. I love the summer tradition of going out for ice cream; I don't need the ice cream, really, just the going out for it. I can't wait to be back in a city, where the world doesn't shut down after 10.
Then we played some Ouija. It was being frustrating, as it has been the last year, going back and forth between two letters. I asked if there was anyone else we could talk to. It was completely still. I again asked if there was anyone else we could talk to. Again, completely still (and this is after it had been moving fairly quickly). I started getting annoyed and start being commanding, as I do when the board doesn't cooperate with me, simply because I like to be in control of it, for my sanity. It starts moving, very slowly. When it moves very slowly, I have a hard time keeping track of what it's doing, so I spaced out. I saw it go to what I thought was Q, then P. Paul and Jill's hands fly off the board. "What?" I ask, because I was completely in the dark concerning the significance of QP. "Jenny," Jill says, "it spelled out 'stop.'" We said goodbye then.
Then we just kicked it and talked. We talked about a scene we would like to see in a horror movie. There are a few lights on, but it's pretty quiet, when all of a sudden, all the electric products in the house turn on; suddenly, there's all this noise from radios, televisions, telephones, etc. Then, the breaker just shuts off, because there's too much electricity running through it. We must remember this.
All in all, a most chill night, but I think a great time.