*stabs overies*

Jul 20, 2006 16:14

Um...
Yesterday Nate and Derril showed up at my door.
Kinda like lost puppies.
It amused me.
Nate had texted me.
I didn't get it.
Because texts make no noise.
And phone calls do.

We went mini-golfing
I sucked
Like woah.
I did worse than last time with Stephan and Heather.
And about tied the other time with Jess and co.

We the went to Plymouth.
Sam Diagos
It was good.
We then went to the rock.
I fell down the giant hill on my ass.
They were amused.

Live band.
Cool.

Erection talks
"Do you know what it's like to have an erection?"
um...no?

Live jazz band.

Sitting on oddly warm post office steps.
While NOT being on crack.

Much Beatles sing-a-longs
Hey Jude!

Duxbury beach.
Sandy in places that shouldn't be.
Sitting on the ground in the parking lot
Back to back with Nate.
Nice stars.

Driven home by Derril.
Much personal talks.

I enjoyed the night.

Nate is my hero.

h. o'brien, n. beck, plymouth, d. lucci, s. martell

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