it was so hype
so yeah, i'm back.
had a nice, relaxing weekend with Margrot. here's how it went:
on friday we went rafting on the sturgen river...supposed to be one of the fastest rivers in michigan...boy am i glad we didn't go on a slow river haha. the whole trip around the river was pretty hilarious. we kept crashing into shit, becuz my dad insisted on us not paddling at all, and he would steer, but then he kept getting tires so we'd just sorta float until we hit something or had to duck under trees. and while we were fending for our lives, my dad would just sort of sit there passively and then get us out of trouble. as we were nearing the end, marg and i thought it would be fun to sing so we sang a bunch of different tunes..."Just around the Riverbend" (of course), "Part of Your World", some others, and then ended with "Mr. Jones" in fact we were so into singing Mr. Jones that we didn't notice the huge log coming toward us that hit me square in the butt and almost knocked marg out of the boat. twas a close call. finally we hit shore and got out of the raft. all of a sudden my dad's leg disappeared. apparently there was a huge hole in the shore and he sank into his knee. crazy shit, but a ton of fun.
Highlights: Hooooottttt guy at the canoe place.
The canoe nazi (as we called her) who insisted that we "straddle the supports"
Having two foreign chicks bump into us and my dad flying across the raft
(on purpose of course)
on friday night marg and i both passed out extremely early, and slept til 11:30, getting a grand total of 12 hours of sleep. it was sooo nice. we then woke up and found out my sister had run away. she actually climbed out the window and left at 2 in the morning. my mom was understandably upset and we didn't know where she was until mid-afternoon. marg and i went to harbor springs from my grandparent's house to eat lunch and walk around. we were on our way to harry's cottage when my dad called and said we had to come back becuz we were leaving so that he could get my sister to come to his house. i was so pissed. then i got ahold of her and dad convinced her to come to his house with lacy so even tho we left on sunday nite instead of monday morning, it turned out okay. at nite we went and saw freaky friday which was awesome and again fell asleep very early.
Highlights: margaret trying to kayak
Gurney's sandwich mmmmm
dream boy calling me after a 2.5 week drought.
this morning we woke up at about 10:30 (only 10 hours of sleep last nite, haha) and went to the hot bitch, as my dad calls the beach. we read, and laid out in the sun. then my dad took us both out on the sunfish (sailboat) which is only meant for two people but who's counting? it was a beautiful day for sailing and perfectly enjoyable. we then left around 7:00 and got home at midnite.
Unhighlight: went to a sandwich shop that didn't have ketchup...was very upset.
and here i am.
i sorta expected this weekend to be a preparation for goodbyes, but it wasn't. and i'm actually really glad. it was just very normal. i guess i'm always waiting for the moment when i realize i'm leaving and so i will break down or something, or have some deep, meaningful conversation about how important we are to each other.
but i guess we already both know it.
had a nice, relaxing weekend with Margrot. here's how it went:
on friday we went rafting on the sturgen river...supposed to be one of the fastest rivers in michigan...boy am i glad we didn't go on a slow river haha. the whole trip around the river was pretty hilarious. we kept crashing into shit, becuz my dad insisted on us not paddling at all, and he would steer, but then he kept getting tires so we'd just sorta float until we hit something or had to duck under trees. and while we were fending for our lives, my dad would just sort of sit there passively and then get us out of trouble. as we were nearing the end, marg and i thought it would be fun to sing so we sang a bunch of different tunes..."Just around the Riverbend" (of course), "Part of Your World", some others, and then ended with "Mr. Jones" in fact we were so into singing Mr. Jones that we didn't notice the huge log coming toward us that hit me square in the butt and almost knocked marg out of the boat. twas a close call. finally we hit shore and got out of the raft. all of a sudden my dad's leg disappeared. apparently there was a huge hole in the shore and he sank into his knee. crazy shit, but a ton of fun.
Highlights: Hooooottttt guy at the canoe place.
The canoe nazi (as we called her) who insisted that we "straddle the supports"
Having two foreign chicks bump into us and my dad flying across the raft
(on purpose of course)
on friday night marg and i both passed out extremely early, and slept til 11:30, getting a grand total of 12 hours of sleep. it was sooo nice. we then woke up and found out my sister had run away. she actually climbed out the window and left at 2 in the morning. my mom was understandably upset and we didn't know where she was until mid-afternoon. marg and i went to harbor springs from my grandparent's house to eat lunch and walk around. we were on our way to harry's cottage when my dad called and said we had to come back becuz we were leaving so that he could get my sister to come to his house. i was so pissed. then i got ahold of her and dad convinced her to come to his house with lacy so even tho we left on sunday nite instead of monday morning, it turned out okay. at nite we went and saw freaky friday which was awesome and again fell asleep very early.
Highlights: margaret trying to kayak
Gurney's sandwich mmmmm
dream boy calling me after a 2.5 week drought.
this morning we woke up at about 10:30 (only 10 hours of sleep last nite, haha) and went to the hot bitch, as my dad calls the beach. we read, and laid out in the sun. then my dad took us both out on the sunfish (sailboat) which is only meant for two people but who's counting? it was a beautiful day for sailing and perfectly enjoyable. we then left around 7:00 and got home at midnite.
Unhighlight: went to a sandwich shop that didn't have ketchup...was very upset.
and here i am.
i sorta expected this weekend to be a preparation for goodbyes, but it wasn't. and i'm actually really glad. it was just very normal. i guess i'm always waiting for the moment when i realize i'm leaving and so i will break down or something, or have some deep, meaningful conversation about how important we are to each other.
but i guess we already both know it.