Fantastic Week
Tuesday: Watched the Boston Celtics destroy The Los Angeles Lakers and win (another) Championship.
Basketball is probably my favorite sport, the one that I know and love the most. This was a big one for me. Couldn't be happier for Paul Pierce, now officially one of the greats.
Wednesday: Ate 2 Cheesesteaks. Watched the Red Sox beat the Phillies, in Philadelphia. Road tripped with my brother. Beautiful ballpark.
Thursday: Watched the Black Hollies open for The Go. Hollies destroyed.
Friday: Crappy noise bands in some kid's loft in Williamsburg.
Ah, summer:
Tuesday: Watched the Boston Celtics destroy The Los Angeles Lakers and win (another) Championship.
Basketball is probably my favorite sport, the one that I know and love the most. This was a big one for me. Couldn't be happier for Paul Pierce, now officially one of the greats.
Wednesday: Ate 2 Cheesesteaks. Watched the Red Sox beat the Phillies, in Philadelphia. Road tripped with my brother. Beautiful ballpark.
Thursday: Watched the Black Hollies open for The Go. Hollies destroyed.
Friday: Crappy noise bands in some kid's loft in Williamsburg.
Ah, summer:
"Why candles?" objected Daisy, frowning. She snapped them out with her fingers. "In two weeks it'll be the longest day in the year." She looked at us all radiantly. "Do you always watch for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always watch for the longest day in the year and then miss it."
"We ought to plan something,"yawned Miss Baker, sitting down at the table as if she were getting into bed.
"All right, said Daisy. "What'll we plan?"She turned to me helplessly:"What do people plan?"
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wildswan:
HAHA! Let's hold hands.
wildswan:
HA! Actually, I believe it happens elsewhere. It was alluded to, at least.