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OH HAI!
I am at home (home being Parents House Home, not Point House Home) for the weekend. Or, well, since yesterday at least, and probably until tomorrow because making the effort to drive back to Point is... Well, too much effort. And because I don't have school tomorrow for the first time since Spring Break, I CAN DO THAT! Which is awesome.
Anyway, came home yesterday to go to a Good-bye party for a friend of mine last night in Marshfield. alanka, who I went to high school with, is going to be moving at the end of the month, and last night decided to go out drinking with some of her friends to celebrate. I did not drink, but I did go out. We all got hit on by a very drunk, very grabby, very creepy guy who kept asking us if we wanted him to take his clothes off. I think he and another one of his rowdy friends got kicked out by the end of the evening, which made the night much nicer. Also, there was a live band and NO SMOKING ALLOWED because of the city ordinance, which was extremely nice. The only sad part is we did not get to dance much because the first place we tried (after the hotel bar we spent most of the night at) was so loud you could shout as loud as you could and still barely hear what the other person was saying, and the second place we tried was closed for some reason. It was after midnight by the time we tried the second place, though, so I headed home. Apparently the rest of the crew tried to hit a few more places, which also didn't get any results, and they were at home by 12:45. Marshfield is so not a party town.
And today I made breakfast for the fam, and then Dad and I went into Marshfield again in search of David Carradine movies. :( Found Big Stan and Treasure Hunters, the first of which was entertaining in a kind of... weird and slightly icky way (Carradine plays crotchety old man extremely well), the second of which I just didn't really pay much attention to. But it's the thought that counts, after all.
And then I went running because I was extremely restless and I hadn't done any running since Thursday (who the hell would ever believe I would *want* to go running? Certainly not me. And I still don't like it much). Then I got about a half a mile away from the house and it started pouring. I still ran/walked an additional quarter mile or so before I turned around, though, because I figured I was already wet and I wanted to get in my 20 minute workout. By the time I got back I was quite soaked, but I was no longer restless, which was kind of the point of the whole thing anyway.
And that has been my weekend.
I am at home (home being Parents House Home, not Point House Home) for the weekend. Or, well, since yesterday at least, and probably until tomorrow because making the effort to drive back to Point is... Well, too much effort. And because I don't have school tomorrow for the first time since Spring Break, I CAN DO THAT! Which is awesome.
Anyway, came home yesterday to go to a Good-bye party for a friend of mine last night in Marshfield. alanka, who I went to high school with, is going to be moving at the end of the month, and last night decided to go out drinking with some of her friends to celebrate. I did not drink, but I did go out. We all got hit on by a very drunk, very grabby, very creepy guy who kept asking us if we wanted him to take his clothes off. I think he and another one of his rowdy friends got kicked out by the end of the evening, which made the night much nicer. Also, there was a live band and NO SMOKING ALLOWED because of the city ordinance, which was extremely nice. The only sad part is we did not get to dance much because the first place we tried (after the hotel bar we spent most of the night at) was so loud you could shout as loud as you could and still barely hear what the other person was saying, and the second place we tried was closed for some reason. It was after midnight by the time we tried the second place, though, so I headed home. Apparently the rest of the crew tried to hit a few more places, which also didn't get any results, and they were at home by 12:45. Marshfield is so not a party town.
And today I made breakfast for the fam, and then Dad and I went into Marshfield again in search of David Carradine movies. :( Found Big Stan and Treasure Hunters, the first of which was entertaining in a kind of... weird and slightly icky way (Carradine plays crotchety old man extremely well), the second of which I just didn't really pay much attention to. But it's the thought that counts, after all.
And then I went running because I was extremely restless and I hadn't done any running since Thursday (who the hell would ever believe I would *want* to go running? Certainly not me. And I still don't like it much). Then I got about a half a mile away from the house and it started pouring. I still ran/walked an additional quarter mile or so before I turned around, though, because I figured I was already wet and I wanted to get in my 20 minute workout. By the time I got back I was quite soaked, but I was no longer restless, which was kind of the point of the whole thing anyway.
And that has been my weekend.