was cool. Chill, y'know?
I'd day-by-day it, but I really can't remember anything.
Saturday: played Cinderella at House. Literally vacuumed crack by crack of the laminate flooring.
Sunday: EGGHUNT + egg-in-spoon-hopping race + basketball.
Monday: Me & Jessica biked to Julina's. Then we all biked to park where we relived our nauseous tire swinging days. "OMGOMGOMG, I'M DYINGGGGGGGGGGGGGG. DYINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG." I haven't cracked up like that in a while.
Uh, PGA on Thursday with Jessica was FAIL. Invertigo gone. Firefall closed. STUPID CHOICE TO GO ON THE LOG RUN WHICH ENDED UP SOAKING US. The rest of the day was cold because it was windy. We are not that smart. Cough. ATE DIPPIN DOTS ANYWHO BECAUSE ONE MUST EAT DIPPIN DOTS WHEN THE OPPORTUNITY COMES UP. MUST.
Today, Great Urban Race with Trace! AWESOMEPOSSUM. Everybody's so spirited and interesting. WE WERE THE POTTERY BARN KIDS! Well, not really. More like the "Higher Fire Clayspace & Gallery" volunteers, but still. Same difference. Dan & Ed & other dude was super cool, super sweet. So a whole bunch of people were wearing this "HAPPY BIRTHDAY VANGIE" shirt with a picture of supposedly "Vangie" and I was just wondering who Vangie was. Then, I decided to ask the next group who was wearing that shirt. So, I saw a guy with the shirt and I queried, "May I just ask who Vangie is?" and his partner goes, "ME!" Sigh, facepalm moment. And lo and behold, it was the birthday girl, with the "BIRTHDAY GIRL" shirt. That was life making fun of me. Happy birthday, Vangie!
Tomorrow: 1st driving instruction appt. Wish me luck. ... and everybody else who's on the streets tmrw.
