Erica's at Hilton Head, so the battered remnant of DSFBC straggled over to Adventure Landing for Putt-putt and arcade games. I was undefeated at air hockey, the Soul Calibur II machine ate many tokens, Trevor and I blew zombies apart with various and sundry firearms... Hannah and I made a bet that whoever lost our game of air hockey would have to play Dance Dance Revolution. At the end of the game, we both walked off to the DDR machine, me with a wicked grin on my face and Hannah with extreme reluctance. I ended up joining her out of sympathy; we were both hopeless failures at it. However, Trevor laughed at us, so we made ourselves feel better by making him play. Miniature golf was appropriately spiteful, with the hurling of myriad and lame insults (as well as water cascading from the heavens).
I'm very tired, for whatever reason. Tomorrow we're leaving to go to a reunion for my dad's side of the family in the North Carolina mountains. We're not getting back until Sunday, so unless Fate smiles upon me with particular warmth there shall not be much blogging between now and then.
posted on Thursday, June 19, 2003
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