Eventful at last!
Tonight was really something to record in history text books. For me, at least. Initially I foresaw myself doing nothing. The clock struck 8:30 and I was still without a definite plan. The Medfield connection wilted, Mike was speed reading, and Sean-Chuck was mini-golfing. Due to a lack of anything else to do, we decided to go searching for Pete. That's when Tim sent me the text message to end all text message. Here I have included a reproduction:
"Wanna come to my house and go swimming at the falcons? She has a sick pool!"
Susie and I zipped on over to Tim's where we say David Unumb retreating and Greg emerging from the darkness. We got into the red Jeep and the adventure began. Tim couldn't remember where the Falcon lives. We ended up getting there before she did, however, and he insisted that we go to the pool anyhow. And that we all hide in the shed. And that he urinate into a bucket. And that we reach for the glowing orb. And that the throw the said bucket into the adjacent woods. When she finally arrived it was very awkward. For one thing, Susie and I decided to create new names, but Greg and Tim kept forgetting. I swam a little. Then we escaped the wrath of that bird of prey. In the car the four of us laughed out loud (lol'ed, you could say) at the evening that was. After dropping "Sydney" off, we went to CVS for nourishment. That concludes my story. A wonderful potpourri of a night, I feel. I hope more nights will end up like this one.
"Wanna come to my house and go swimming at the falcons? She has a sick pool!"
Susie and I zipped on over to Tim's where we say David Unumb retreating and Greg emerging from the darkness. We got into the red Jeep and the adventure began. Tim couldn't remember where the Falcon lives. We ended up getting there before she did, however, and he insisted that we go to the pool anyhow. And that we all hide in the shed. And that he urinate into a bucket. And that we reach for the glowing orb. And that the throw the said bucket into the adjacent woods. When she finally arrived it was very awkward. For one thing, Susie and I decided to create new names, but Greg and Tim kept forgetting. I swam a little. Then we escaped the wrath of that bird of prey. In the car the four of us laughed out loud (lol'ed, you could say) at the evening that was. After dropping "Sydney" off, we went to CVS for nourishment. That concludes my story. A wonderful potpourri of a night, I feel. I hope more nights will end up like this one.