ok, a rather normal entry for once... probably the most, well normal, holiday weekend so far. Friday night actually went to a baseball game with Crystal2 and Timbo. Due to the excitement of America's past time, much lager drank amidst atheltic supporter rank. ooops a rhyme... went home following the cracker jack joy of summer's boys. ok no more rhymes. woke early Saturday for overtime at the office. boot scootin boogy'in with co-worker as one poked fun at country music. not much else there. slept rest of the day basically. Sunday not much except for playing soccer. yep, boy who scoffed at prof sports plays soccer. oh well, what can be done - it's fun. Monday... rushed to Crys' house in order to grab her bikini (she was not wearing it at the time). fled across town in a blurred view of a chevy malibu. grabbed some crap, some friends, etc. proceded to the river. ok, here in arrid-zona people rent inner-tubes and float down a river for hours and hours while consuming huge amounts of alcohol and such. there are cliff divers and terminal preppies with beads as on their knees they plead for hammied girls to display their dirty deeds. yes, there is a pinch of sarcasm, but it is actually quite enjoyable. met a flasher for beer named Kira. swapped spit and digits. on the bus ride back to the automobiles she reveals she be but nineteen. oh well, beer in the sun may be fun, but one would do better to run run run. as one said, probably the most atypical americano weekend this wannabe artiste has ever seen. well, must call Crystal1 who still finds herself happy in Idaho. i dunno, where else is there to go?
