USA! USA! USA!
Yesterday was the first time in two years that I was actually somewhere in the United States on Independence Day! Historically I have also failed to notice its passing until several days afterward, because awareness of the flow of time is for squares, man. In a wildly uncharacteristic display of sociability, however, I actually did something with other humans for the 4th of July this year. Just, y'know, on Canada Day, because it seems as though everyone considers that the perfect time to celebrate America, and I am extremely patriotic.
Our neighbors were having some sort of celebratory grilling dealie to which I invited, though I planned, as usual, to attend for the sole purpose of snagging some food and a soda before fleeing with the quickness. Instead I somehow ended up hanging around at one of the other neighboring houses with a girl I can't recall having said more than four sentences to prior to that day. We were later joined by two neighbor guys who I can't recall having said any sentences to prior to that day, and time was spent in front of the chimenea transforming ordinary marshmallows into lumps of inedible black coal.
It was quite dark by then, and fireworks started going off right where we couldn't see them, just to spite us. That shit simply would not stand, so over the course of the next few hours we traipsed through the woods in pursuit of a better view and hit a dead end made of zombies and bears (and also fallen trees, but they do not deserve mention on account of they weren't invisible), thought it a good idea to then walk down the road around the corner at midnight with no source of light, stop halfway there and about seven minutes in to turn around, run around the neighborhood for no good reason upon our return and do a variety of other loud things that probably made a lot of people trying to sleep very angry.
That is my bafflingly condensed run-through of Saturday night and part of Sunday. My propensity for making fun shit seem brief and boring is pretty much why I never typed up the contents of the excellently obsolete retro journal in which I detailed (poorly!) my Adventures In France. It was made of paper.
Next up are mundane everyday tasks retold in excruciating detail!
Our neighbors were having some sort of celebratory grilling dealie to which I invited, though I planned, as usual, to attend for the sole purpose of snagging some food and a soda before fleeing with the quickness. Instead I somehow ended up hanging around at one of the other neighboring houses with a girl I can't recall having said more than four sentences to prior to that day. We were later joined by two neighbor guys who I can't recall having said any sentences to prior to that day, and time was spent in front of the chimenea transforming ordinary marshmallows into lumps of inedible black coal.
It was quite dark by then, and fireworks started going off right where we couldn't see them, just to spite us. That shit simply would not stand, so over the course of the next few hours we traipsed through the woods in pursuit of a better view and hit a dead end made of zombies and bears (and also fallen trees, but they do not deserve mention on account of they weren't invisible), thought it a good idea to then walk down the road around the corner at midnight with no source of light, stop halfway there and about seven minutes in to turn around, run around the neighborhood for no good reason upon our return and do a variety of other loud things that probably made a lot of people trying to sleep very angry.
That is my bafflingly condensed run-through of Saturday night and part of Sunday. My propensity for making fun shit seem brief and boring is pretty much why I never typed up the contents of the excellently obsolete retro journal in which I detailed (poorly!) my Adventures In France. It was made of paper.
Next up are mundane everyday tasks retold in excruciating detail!