All caught up!
Fourth of July
I took in the Fourth with very few different ways this year. Applebee’s was a must, since my mom is now as much obsessed with something there as I am. She really likes the spinach salad or something. I’d like to say we talked about how great the TV show South Park is, but I think that was another day since that I forgot to note. There was a time my mom prohibited me from watching this show, and now she’s telling me how much she loves it.
Eventually I called Josh up with the answer to all of his hopes and dreams, and he invited me over. There, was the usual gang I would expect to find with Josh. Hooligans, the lot of them. I told them of my disastrous experience involving Cody shouting things out the back of my car downtown, and Jake mooning a guy on 35W.
We hopped over to the NSC sooner or later, and we got there at a time that wasn’t very early but wasn’t late by any means. Greg dinged my door because he’s a douche. Greg’s a dick! So was whoever setup the fireworks show. That was really slow, and I’m pretty sure everyone was more excited about racing out of the parking lot before the rush.
The rush was a lot more fun than the fireworks. Some people were honking, so I started honking, and things escalated into a full-on honking party. It was a blast! I also decided to take the guys and Greg for a joy ride, while the girls had to drop Ann off. We were all over the place, listening to rock and roll music.
At his house, we hung out on the side of his house and cooked some hot dogs. I had to slay Matt and Greg in a rousing game of Niggle, and bugs feasted upon us. I eventually decided to head home, and may have even done something with someone. It’s unlikely. Happy belated Independence Day!
Moving on, it was Wednesday. The sore throat that has bothered me countless times turned for the worse, and I got sick. I relaxed, enjoyed some Tom Goes to the Mayor, and played some wacky adventure games with Jason.
Wednesday was short, wasn’t it? Thursday wasn’t! I started out sick, but after watching some Venture Brothers and Wasabi, I was ready to rock. Josh came over and we headed to Super America for that sweet, sweet slushie action. In the lot, we called up the Mexicans (Breanne and Elisa) and ended up picking them up.
Elisa was hungry, so we ventured to the Burger King court, a different province than the one she was employed in. Someone suggested Uptown. More like Shotdown! We headed north and committed some felonies. Josh freaked out, and we dropped the gals off.
In the basement, we watched part of something-Moon, which had the actor who played Dirk Calloway in Rushmore. That’s all I remember about the movie. Wait, no- werewolves. We also watched an incredible movie by the title of Surf Ninjas. How could I have missed this? A young Rob Schneider and Leslie Nielsen! Surfers and ninjas! Comedy! Josh left halfway through or so and missed out on some of the best parts. To my great shock and fortune, it was playing right about where Josh left off, minutes after I finished watching the movie on another station.
JACKPOT! Actually, lots of lost sleep. Or I suppose, continued butchering of my sleep schedule.
Friday came along and the only plans I had were to celebrate new Kyle’s birthday. A few people went to Khans and I had lunch at Applebees with mom. That’s what I was thinking earlier, with the South Park discussion. Who knows what we were talking about earlier. Probably arguing about moving out.
Anyway, after Khans the plan was to see the 10:30 showing of Pirates at Wynnsong. The two soonest shows were already sold out, so we ended up seeing the 11:30 showing I think. We arrived about two hours early, so we had a lot of time on our hands. The group split up. Some went back to Kyle’s, and the rest of us (me, Jason, Sarah, Jo[h?]n). Instead, we decided to head over to Super America for some delicious slushies.
The route we took was definitely the scenic route. We wrapped around behind the theater and walked about a half a dozen blocks before we reached what we thought was the correct road. We had overshot it by a block or two. It was quite an adventure. It was discovered after slushies that there was a path leading us a lot closer to the theater than we had thought along 10. We got back just in time.
Sitting down, I started a game of Niggle with Jason. It was a very intense game. Jason may have one this one, but there will be others. Who walks into the place, but the Ray and Kyle! I jumped into Ray’s arms and we caught up about cool things like zombies and robots.
Finally realizing they were letting people enter the theater, we all headed in. There were very few seats available together, so I ended up sitting next to my old buddies. The movie was pretty good, but I didn’t appreciate such a huge cliffhanger. Yeah, there’s something after the credits, but they’re so ridiculously long that is it really worth it? I didn’t think so. Ah well, home, sleep.
Saturday, which gets me all caught up and no longer writing incrementally, brings me to a rockin’ breakfast. Scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, and orange juice. That’s pretty much as breakfast as it gets. Later on, mom really wanted to watch Johnny Depp movies and eat ice cream. She just didn’t want to get the ice cream alone and didn’t want to actually enter Blockbuster with her clown pants on (they’re not actually clown pants, per se, but they’re pretty crazy). She’s got at least 4-5 days of not smoking behind her, by the way, so it’s totally cool. She also gave me permission to shoot bottle rockets at the neighbor at some point.
Jealous? Yeah.
Even later than that, Josh came over and got hungry and wanted CDs but I told him he could just eat because Cheapo only gets me down when they don’t have what I want. He asked about Hankerings, and we went up 65 to find that only the bar was open and there was karaoke. Perkins, the restaurant that’s appeal increasingly shrinking on us, was our only option we knew of this far north. We were served by a guy I thought looked like the singer of the Cure.
Josh dropped me off, very angry and disappointed that he didn’t get to Cheapo. I assured him we’d hit it up tomorrow bright and early. Now I’m regretting that, as I feel obligated to wake up early. But, y’know, it’s for the better, right? My life is about to begin at six AM, and I need to get ready for it.
Good night.
P.S. I’ll find some kind of image to accompany this later.
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