Tonight, I:
-watched a bunch of extreme church people play volleyball.
-participated in a small group of non-church people who bashed the extreme churchies.
-drank wine over ice from a plastic cup.
-listened to bluegrass in a car with J's little brother. Who I don't think was stoned, but could have been based on demeanor.
-ate one too many deviled eggs.
-got a stomach ache.
-had a short jaded/cynical discussion about married life.
-saw a few fire works.
-was stalked incessantly by an effer of a wasp.
-heard a whole lot of airplane/pilot talk.
-met someone with "webbed toes" ??? They looked normalish to me, for toes.
-recoiled in horror as webbed toe girl's fiance obsessively picked at a callus on the bottom of his foot.
-decided to tell the world to remove prescription medications from main bathroom's counter before having a party. While you're at it, put away the family's toothbrushes.
-got a tour of a backyard garden. Saw melons.
-went to Walmart to buy detergent.
It's a wonderful life.
3 comments:
What exactly was involved with churchie bashing? Sounds like fun.
Churchie bashing? Making fun of their religious tshirts and dorky actions. Not regular dorky...but "I need to be so pure that I have to channel my excess normal-person energy into flailing about and being overly dramatic" dorky. The volleyball came dangerously close to hitting a citronella torch several times. We were really hoping the ball would catch fire and come flying at Jill, so she could run out into the volleyball net in a firey ball and scare the Jeezus out of them. Ya know, stuff like that. And randomly yelling "penis." Yes, we are 12.
I'm honestly not sure whether I'm happy or sad I didn't catch on fire.
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