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Today has been nice.
I love this city. The weather is incredible. It is so green. There are so many beautiful people. I have many good friends and family around. I just love this city.
A good friend of mine, Amy, moved up here a little over a year ago. I hung out with her today. Her and her beautiful room mates picked me up and we were supposed to go to a barbecue, but when we got there, no one was there. We knocked on the door, looked around the house, stood there takling. Hmm. So, they called up the person who had invited them, because they didn't have the number of the person whos porch we were standing on. And someone could have easily been home, this house was HUGE, but they had no doorbell.
Anyway, the girl, Krysta, I think was her name, was on her way to the barbecue when she dropped the huge vat of macaroni salad she made right in the street. So, someone was going to be there, but due to the dropping of her food, she stayed home. Plus, when we told her no one was there, she saw no point.
We waited across the street at this "pirate" restaurant. A guy came out to help us, but we told him we were just waiting for friends to meet us across the street, and didn't want anything from their establishment, he was okay with that. He sat and talked to us for a while. This town is cool.
We ate their peanuts, drank their water, talked a bit, no one came, so we just left. We went to her boyfriend's work to eat crappy, but free pizza. It was cool.
Now I'm here watching the Sunday lineup with my cousins.
It seems I begin to post, then after a few paragraphs I lose interest. I feel my posts have no conclusions, just story with a sudden drop off. Huh. I'll work on that.
I love this city. The weather is incredible. It is so green. There are so many beautiful people. I have many good friends and family around. I just love this city.
A good friend of mine, Amy, moved up here a little over a year ago. I hung out with her today. Her and her beautiful room mates picked me up and we were supposed to go to a barbecue, but when we got there, no one was there. We knocked on the door, looked around the house, stood there takling. Hmm. So, they called up the person who had invited them, because they didn't have the number of the person whos porch we were standing on. And someone could have easily been home, this house was HUGE, but they had no doorbell.
Anyway, the girl, Krysta, I think was her name, was on her way to the barbecue when she dropped the huge vat of macaroni salad she made right in the street. So, someone was going to be there, but due to the dropping of her food, she stayed home. Plus, when we told her no one was there, she saw no point.
We waited across the street at this "pirate" restaurant. A guy came out to help us, but we told him we were just waiting for friends to meet us across the street, and didn't want anything from their establishment, he was okay with that. He sat and talked to us for a while. This town is cool.
We ate their peanuts, drank their water, talked a bit, no one came, so we just left. We went to her boyfriend's work to eat crappy, but free pizza. It was cool.
Now I'm here watching the Sunday lineup with my cousins.
It seems I begin to post, then after a few paragraphs I lose interest. I feel my posts have no conclusions, just story with a sudden drop off. Huh. I'll work on that.