Smell of kerosene and gurgling air vents
Thunder was great this year, despite the bad weather and our unpreparedness. Everything just seemed to work out much more than I had expected.
Recap:
Our spot was excellent. Right on the river in between both bridges. You could see everything and we weren't far from the latrines. Tonie brought a kerosene heater and helped a lot. There was plenty to eat and even drink.
Later we went out. We got free tickets to Fuzion and Chris Cummins said we'd get free drinks too. However, as hard as we tried, we couldn't get to the club. The cops kept redirecting us and we eventually gave up and headed to Connections. It was $10, but still a blast. This is where the random weird text messages came from. No worries, they mean nothing, just that I was being the silly intoxicated person I am. Nothing's over and you don't have to wait for anything.
After the club we headed back to the VERY nice hotel room. The gurgle noise in the air vents was still much alive, but we got over it. Slept and woke up hard.
The next morning we procrastinated getting up but we eventually did, since we didn't want to pay for another night. We got into Josh's jeep and headed no where until we decided Olive Garden. I was hoping Sara, Michael, Jonathon, Brandy, and others would join us, but only Yonathon and Brandy made it. Food and service were great.
On our way home, we stopped at both porn stores on the way to Bowling Green. Interesting as ever.
Out of all the good times, there was of course some misunderstanding. Not 100% sure how it happened, but I'm hoping it's clear that it's not me.
I always invite others if I think it's something they'd like and even sometimes when they wouldn't. However, kind of recently I've not always called everyone to let them know, but that's because most of the time when I do call I don't get an answer. I then send text messages thinking maybe I'd get a hold of the person better that way, but even then I hardly ever get a response. So I just wonder all day whether they're going to come or not. And it normally doesn't bother me, but when I do decide this time, "well, I won't bother them," since I sometimes feel like I am, and then not call them or text them, they feel like I was excluding them.
That's not it at all.
I want everyone to come, but I never know whether I should call or not since I never hear anything back.
Recap:
Our spot was excellent. Right on the river in between both bridges. You could see everything and we weren't far from the latrines. Tonie brought a kerosene heater and helped a lot. There was plenty to eat and even drink.
Later we went out. We got free tickets to Fuzion and Chris Cummins said we'd get free drinks too. However, as hard as we tried, we couldn't get to the club. The cops kept redirecting us and we eventually gave up and headed to Connections. It was $10, but still a blast. This is where the random weird text messages came from. No worries, they mean nothing, just that I was being the silly intoxicated person I am. Nothing's over and you don't have to wait for anything.
After the club we headed back to the VERY nice hotel room. The gurgle noise in the air vents was still much alive, but we got over it. Slept and woke up hard.
The next morning we procrastinated getting up but we eventually did, since we didn't want to pay for another night. We got into Josh's jeep and headed no where until we decided Olive Garden. I was hoping Sara, Michael, Jonathon, Brandy, and others would join us, but only Yonathon and Brandy made it. Food and service were great.
On our way home, we stopped at both porn stores on the way to Bowling Green. Interesting as ever.
Out of all the good times, there was of course some misunderstanding. Not 100% sure how it happened, but I'm hoping it's clear that it's not me.
I always invite others if I think it's something they'd like and even sometimes when they wouldn't. However, kind of recently I've not always called everyone to let them know, but that's because most of the time when I do call I don't get an answer. I then send text messages thinking maybe I'd get a hold of the person better that way, but even then I hardly ever get a response. So I just wonder all day whether they're going to come or not. And it normally doesn't bother me, but when I do decide this time, "well, I won't bother them," since I sometimes feel like I am, and then not call them or text them, they feel like I was excluding them.
That's not it at all.
I want everyone to come, but I never know whether I should call or not since I never hear anything back.