for once, a perfect day
so it seems as if all i've heard is that everyone had a good weekend. this is surprising, so which of you wants to complain and disprove this theory?
so of course i went to henryville this weekend which is always a guarantee to fun. but yesterday was unusually perfect. to start off i had to get there really early so his mum could cut my hair (thanks again mum!). so now i am mucho happier without having to deal with all that lovely pain in the ass hair. so that's a bonus.
we lounged around at brad's house for a while and he brought up the idea of going to the state forest. it was a random, hey wanna climb the fire tower? kind of moment. so later we hopped in my car and off we were. the weather was awesome, it's hard to believe it's the middle of january. basically to get to this thing you have to drive back into b.f.e. and then talk lovingly to your car so it will make it up this vertical snaking trail. but after that you kinda level out and then drive another 1000 miles and ta-da! so we climbed the fire tower (well technically i ran up it and brad laughed as he slowly followed me) all the while he told me stories of all the people that had killed themselves. so up top it was really windy, insanely so. and we could see louisville from there. it was really cool.
then we went to the swings and i got to be a kid for a few minutes. we had the whole 'who can go higher' competition which i grudgingly admit he went higher on. then i climbed this hugh concrete thing and was going to jump off but it took me ages to actually get around to do it. i wasn't scared, i don't know what the problem was. i guess i just didn't want to have him see me fall on my ass. but i eventually hopped off (about a 10 foot drop which looked a lot bigger from up there) and landed miraculously without hurting anything.
we then proceeded to drive over to big franke lake and goof off there. i attempted to skip a few rocks but failed miserably, that's never been a strong point for me. we just walked around for a while until i grabbed a handful of sand and dropped it down his pants. then i ran away to be rewarded with a an asthma like attack (i suppose that's what i get for being mean). i recovered and we left to head back to his house.
it was absolutely perfect. without a doubt.
and then i had to come home.
so of course i went to henryville this weekend which is always a guarantee to fun. but yesterday was unusually perfect. to start off i had to get there really early so his mum could cut my hair (thanks again mum!). so now i am mucho happier without having to deal with all that lovely pain in the ass hair. so that's a bonus.
we lounged around at brad's house for a while and he brought up the idea of going to the state forest. it was a random, hey wanna climb the fire tower? kind of moment. so later we hopped in my car and off we were. the weather was awesome, it's hard to believe it's the middle of january. basically to get to this thing you have to drive back into b.f.e. and then talk lovingly to your car so it will make it up this vertical snaking trail. but after that you kinda level out and then drive another 1000 miles and ta-da! so we climbed the fire tower (well technically i ran up it and brad laughed as he slowly followed me) all the while he told me stories of all the people that had killed themselves. so up top it was really windy, insanely so. and we could see louisville from there. it was really cool.
then we went to the swings and i got to be a kid for a few minutes. we had the whole 'who can go higher' competition which i grudgingly admit he went higher on. then i climbed this hugh concrete thing and was going to jump off but it took me ages to actually get around to do it. i wasn't scared, i don't know what the problem was. i guess i just didn't want to have him see me fall on my ass. but i eventually hopped off (about a 10 foot drop which looked a lot bigger from up there) and landed miraculously without hurting anything.
we then proceeded to drive over to big franke lake and goof off there. i attempted to skip a few rocks but failed miserably, that's never been a strong point for me. we just walked around for a while until i grabbed a handful of sand and dropped it down his pants. then i ran away to be rewarded with a an asthma like attack (i suppose that's what i get for being mean). i recovered and we left to head back to his house.
it was absolutely perfect. without a doubt.
and then i had to come home.