A Pseudo-College Weekend
Well, just got finished returning from the weekend. And it was fun. It started two days ago with the arrival of Xiaobin, Jess, Cyndy, Amanda, and Andrew from across the street. We made yummy Chicken Courdon Bleu here at Casa del Dust, along with deviled eggs, garlic bread, mashed potatoes, and sheetcake. There was also intermitted Mario Kart, Mouse Trap, and usual merriment.
Only Xiao spent the night, and yesterday we picked up Amanda and headed over to Six Flags in Dad's Grand Prix. We were to meet Ben there, and pick up Cyndy in Oxford. Little did I know that Oxford feels more like the Ozark mountain range. Rusted-out cars, tattered barns, and everything else associated with the end of modern civilization. THough there were several really cool/old cars in her garage. They fix 'em up for expensive people. Yes, expensive. Xiao happily pointed out what he dubs the 'Hitler Mobile". The four of us then hungrily headed to Agawam where we would meet Ben at McDonald's.
I called Pat and convinced him to join us, which was kickin' like fried chicken. Since he lives a mile from the park, it was easy to bring him along. Among the repertoire of rides there, I personally rode upon the Houdini Ghetto Spectacular (I call it that 'cuz nobody maintains the unfortunate yet fun attraction), Bumper Cars (where I was raped by Amanda Cyndy and Xiao), Blizzard River (where we all got soaked or drenched, depending upon personal luck), those Swings, Teacups (I rode in the pansy magenta cup with Ben and Cyndy while Xiao Pat and Manda flipped out in the black cup of doom), and the Ferris Wheel (we love you Ben, but you were scared).
We left around 9:30 with huge tubes of powdered candy, when Manda started getting sick. She couldn't see straight and knew that a headache was coming on. It was around this point that I also realized my own acute brain pains. I rushed to buy Tylenol for Amanda and we all hopped into the two cars to eat at Pat's. While the others headed in, I sat in the car with a teary-eyed Manda laying in the backseat. I performed what was by far the scariest feat I have ever done: call Amanda's house and not hope for her to pick up. Line was busy. Damnit. So I called Mimi downstairs. I began to explain the situation when Amanda's cellphone, which I was speaking on, died. So I called again with my own phone. I explained the story to her and asked to speak to Kim as well. As Mimi headed upstairs to get Manda's mom, I was indirectly badgered by Mark, her step-brother. "Why doesn't he drive her home now?" (Because she'll vomit in my dad's car which is DEFINITELY out of the question, that's why spaz) The phone eventually reached Kim where I once again explained our situation and offered that if necessary I could bring her home but she was very understanding and allowed us to spend the night at Pat's. I hung up and sighed deeply, happy that it was over and that I had succeeded.
After tucking Amanda into bed upstairs on a rather-comfy futon, I returned downstairs where Pat had begun cooking us some delicious angus cheeseburgers left over from her sister's baby shower. I happily ate my grilled-to-perfection patty and headed up to bed once my head started pounding louder than Paris Hilton's video. (Oh, snap!) I dreamed of a Mouse Trap-like alarm clock setup that Pat had rigged up, involving a radio alarm that went off at 7:29. Why not 7:30, you ask? 'Cuz at 7:30 the radio flipped a switch that activated a magnet pointed at the attic. The magnet moved a large metallic ball of some sorts into a place where it snapped something, and that caused a large weight to smash through the ceiling and onto Pat's pillow. Yeah, I'm weird.
Morning saw some amusing conversations and Dunkin' Donuts takeout. We headed out around 11 and everyone parted ways. I realized that I had Pat's wallet in my backpack from the Blizzard River. It should now be in the mail, and arriving tomorrow before 10:30. AM or PM, I dunno. Oh well. Sowwy, Pat. You hosted a fine time, my friend. More burgers! After that I did chores and now here's my story. Ask Manda if I forgot anything, her memory's better than mine.
Only Xiao spent the night, and yesterday we picked up Amanda and headed over to Six Flags in Dad's Grand Prix. We were to meet Ben there, and pick up Cyndy in Oxford. Little did I know that Oxford feels more like the Ozark mountain range. Rusted-out cars, tattered barns, and everything else associated with the end of modern civilization. THough there were several really cool/old cars in her garage. They fix 'em up for expensive people. Yes, expensive. Xiao happily pointed out what he dubs the 'Hitler Mobile". The four of us then hungrily headed to Agawam where we would meet Ben at McDonald's.
I called Pat and convinced him to join us, which was kickin' like fried chicken. Since he lives a mile from the park, it was easy to bring him along. Among the repertoire of rides there, I personally rode upon the Houdini Ghetto Spectacular (I call it that 'cuz nobody maintains the unfortunate yet fun attraction), Bumper Cars (where I was raped by Amanda Cyndy and Xiao), Blizzard River (where we all got soaked or drenched, depending upon personal luck), those Swings, Teacups (I rode in the pansy magenta cup with Ben and Cyndy while Xiao Pat and Manda flipped out in the black cup of doom), and the Ferris Wheel (we love you Ben, but you were scared).
We left around 9:30 with huge tubes of powdered candy, when Manda started getting sick. She couldn't see straight and knew that a headache was coming on. It was around this point that I also realized my own acute brain pains. I rushed to buy Tylenol for Amanda and we all hopped into the two cars to eat at Pat's. While the others headed in, I sat in the car with a teary-eyed Manda laying in the backseat. I performed what was by far the scariest feat I have ever done: call Amanda's house and not hope for her to pick up. Line was busy. Damnit. So I called Mimi downstairs. I began to explain the situation when Amanda's cellphone, which I was speaking on, died. So I called again with my own phone. I explained the story to her and asked to speak to Kim as well. As Mimi headed upstairs to get Manda's mom, I was indirectly badgered by Mark, her step-brother. "Why doesn't he drive her home now?" (Because she'll vomit in my dad's car which is DEFINITELY out of the question, that's why spaz) The phone eventually reached Kim where I once again explained our situation and offered that if necessary I could bring her home but she was very understanding and allowed us to spend the night at Pat's. I hung up and sighed deeply, happy that it was over and that I had succeeded.
After tucking Amanda into bed upstairs on a rather-comfy futon, I returned downstairs where Pat had begun cooking us some delicious angus cheeseburgers left over from her sister's baby shower. I happily ate my grilled-to-perfection patty and headed up to bed once my head started pounding louder than Paris Hilton's video. (Oh, snap!) I dreamed of a Mouse Trap-like alarm clock setup that Pat had rigged up, involving a radio alarm that went off at 7:29. Why not 7:30, you ask? 'Cuz at 7:30 the radio flipped a switch that activated a magnet pointed at the attic. The magnet moved a large metallic ball of some sorts into a place where it snapped something, and that caused a large weight to smash through the ceiling and onto Pat's pillow. Yeah, I'm weird.
Morning saw some amusing conversations and Dunkin' Donuts takeout. We headed out around 11 and everyone parted ways. I realized that I had Pat's wallet in my backpack from the Blizzard River. It should now be in the mail, and arriving tomorrow before 10:30. AM or PM, I dunno. Oh well. Sowwy, Pat. You hosted a fine time, my friend. More burgers! After that I did chores and now here's my story. Ask Manda if I forgot anything, her memory's better than mine.