The first week of July
New poetry (lost b/c my mom effed up the files on my computer some how...so three years of pain staking writing is completely gone, but apparently it's saved on disk somewhere...when michelle produces this phantom disk I'll belive it)
July second...almost won a million dollars with bunty on a hold em ticket (turns out the DB oppoinent had four of a kind, to my flush...the waitress noticed (thank God))...saw War of the Worlds (outstanding movie...I really enjoyed it), earlier in the day I played tennis with Matt Jones (and got crushed) and ate at the olive garden for the first time...very good
July third, grad party...sick time. Oustanding sunset...arguments at home, but not arguments with my family (hmmmm more on this later (possibly))...went to plymouth twice, and stayed at Greg's uncle Jeff's house. Played cards, greg took all my money
July fourth (USA celebrates bday # 229)...wake up in plymouth drive vinnie home...go to breakfast with dusty, do some gardening with dusty, go home for a bit...go to matt jones' house...hear about and settle the meghan jones controversy in an hour, go swimming, play the most disputed game of wiffle ball in history, the final score was:
Dusty and Jones 10/ Peter and Vinnie 7*****
*The game was orginally going to be 2 innings long...no big deal, vin and I had last ups...so we were losing 6-0, and we were running late...so we were like, ah last inning. We score seven runs, culminating with a "walk-off" home run by me. But Dusty decides that we are playing a third inning...and they score three more runs b/c I couldnt field a ground ball.
Vinnie and I pick up Evan from new zealand (well from Birch Hill Road...) and go to meet dusty/jones/heather/jess at the train station to go to boston...we stop at cumbys and I buy sixteen year old evan his first "playboy"...we find that the train sech was misread b/c of the holiday...so boston was out. We go to plymouth (again)...I'm bored and irriated at first...and when we get there I decided to be a cockhead and throw bomb bags into large groups of people, preferrably older laides and young children...at this the group gets rather upset. Night progresses, a walk with jones on the pier, things straighten out...we have fun. Later on, we go back to my house and smoke some cigars...good times had by all, laughter had by all.
I may finace a secret plan...maybe.
I love her too. (saved the best for last :)
Thank you for making my first fourth of july weekend at home in seven years, the best one ever.
also Matt Jones probably got to second base with my mom...and that is weird.
Love, Peter
July second...almost won a million dollars with bunty on a hold em ticket (turns out the DB oppoinent had four of a kind, to my flush...the waitress noticed (thank God))...saw War of the Worlds (outstanding movie...I really enjoyed it), earlier in the day I played tennis with Matt Jones (and got crushed) and ate at the olive garden for the first time...very good
July third, grad party...sick time. Oustanding sunset...arguments at home, but not arguments with my family (hmmmm more on this later (possibly))...went to plymouth twice, and stayed at Greg's uncle Jeff's house. Played cards, greg took all my money
July fourth (USA celebrates bday # 229)...wake up in plymouth drive vinnie home...go to breakfast with dusty, do some gardening with dusty, go home for a bit...go to matt jones' house...hear about and settle the meghan jones controversy in an hour, go swimming, play the most disputed game of wiffle ball in history, the final score was:
Dusty and Jones 10/ Peter and Vinnie 7*****
*The game was orginally going to be 2 innings long...no big deal, vin and I had last ups...so we were losing 6-0, and we were running late...so we were like, ah last inning. We score seven runs, culminating with a "walk-off" home run by me. But Dusty decides that we are playing a third inning...and they score three more runs b/c I couldnt field a ground ball.
Vinnie and I pick up Evan from new zealand (well from Birch Hill Road...) and go to meet dusty/jones/heather/jess at the train station to go to boston...we stop at cumbys and I buy sixteen year old evan his first "playboy"...we find that the train sech was misread b/c of the holiday...so boston was out. We go to plymouth (again)...I'm bored and irriated at first...and when we get there I decided to be a cockhead and throw bomb bags into large groups of people, preferrably older laides and young children...at this the group gets rather upset. Night progresses, a walk with jones on the pier, things straighten out...we have fun. Later on, we go back to my house and smoke some cigars...good times had by all, laughter had by all.
I may finace a secret plan...maybe.
I love her too. (saved the best for last :)
Thank you for making my first fourth of july weekend at home in seven years, the best one ever.
also Matt Jones probably got to second base with my mom...and that is weird.
Love, Peter