Plans for yesterday had been in the making for several weeks, and the general thrust of those plans was that the "usual suspects," as my dad refers to my friends and I, would be going to some lake or another for an afternoon. For the great deal of the planning period, the lake in question was Shelley Lake. On the day before the event, the lake became Falls Lake. On the day of the event, the lake became Pullen Park (because we could swim there), and Pullen Park became Erica's house (because it started raining rather heavily). How lakes turn into parks and parks into houses is beyond me, but it all seemed to work out okay.
It was one of very few alternatives left to us, and somewhat more of a laid-back experience then lakeage would have been, but it was great fun. We watched Donnie Darko, a fairly weird movie, and ate food that we'd all brought, and reinvented amusing ways to waste time. Sounds just like every time we go over there, I know, but there seemed something special about yesterday. Maybe it was just me, but it wasn't until quite a while afterwards that the thought I love my friends began failing to pass through my mind at least once within a given five-second interval.
I went over to Trevor's afterwards, spent the night there. There was a lot of Soul Calibur 2, and The Count of Monte Cristo (good movie), and fairly agreeable discussion on the nature of beauty, and heated argument on free verse, and probably a lot of other stuff, only I can't remember it all just now and, in fact, am not certain that the whole of it all was ever properly committed to memory, especially in light of five o'clock bedtimes.
Since this is a three-day weekend... I forget where that was going, wait, I've got it now - this is a three-day weekend, which means there wasn't any school today (!). There was some potato salad that Claire brought to Erica's that she didn't want to take back home. Hannah said she'd take it home, only she was spending the night at Erica's. So, somehow, I decided that it was very much my responsibility to take the potato salad home and deliver it to Hannah's house the next day. Partly random, partly because I hadn't ridden my bike much lately, and partly because I figured I wouldn't be doing much and thought seeing Hannah, if only briefly, was a good idea. I ended up spending, I don't know, forty-five minutes or an hour there (during which time I polished off no less than one full glass of ice water), and so that was cool.
posted on Monday, September 01, 2003
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