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Okay, let's get the anagram out of the way quick. The solution to the one on Friday was "O! Gardening". The next one, courtesy Kevin, is "Empires now? hah!". Remember the extra o is still there. (And I added a letter, since Kevin screwed something up...twice!) Start working on it...
As far as this weekend was concerned, Friday evening was a great deal of fun, courtesy Kevin and friends. The only negative was that arriving home early in the morning after non-stop revelry left me low on sleep. Saturday I recovered by early afternoon, at least enough to hit Troy with Leto, Deborah and Dwight. A great film, and a perfect way to begin the summer movie scene.
Post movie, Deborah and Dwight joined me at a cookout hosted by Gwyn, at which Kevin and others showed up. This brings up a point I'll mention later...After this event Dwight hit a party near the 'werkz itself, Deborah bailed and I crashed at the house. After, of course, I ventured next door, saw the people who ran over Brad last year and enjoyed the thrill of having a complete stranger/idiot come up to me, yell, "that's the worst costume ever" and spray me with water. I replied "I'm the next door neighbor" at which point the girl in question flushed beet red, apologized and ran away. I eventually found Dwight and departed.
Sunday I cleaned up the 'werkz with Deborah. The whole day. Yay!
Three points were brought home this weekend. In no particular order, here they are:
- I really need to find a way to turn it off when I go out. Eventually, I'm going to get hurt. Or, rather, someone else will. Apologies to Kevin's friends, etc. It would, of course, be much easier if people actually figured out that flirtation is, by definition, innocuous. Perhaps my puritanical tendencies simply don't allow me to see a problem when one exists. Oh, well.
- I really need to work on my compartmentalization skills. It used to be simple: few friends interacted with each other. Many openly hated each other, forming an odd melodramatic touch to any occasion and resulting in complex logic games before any events on Friday or Saturday night. Now, half the people know each other, which leads to trouble. I've got to get back to basics.
- I really need to punk those losers two doors over. Maybe we'll have a party where everyone dresses to the nines, invite them, then kick them out. Suggestions should be e-mailed to me. Nothing is off the table.
Okay, time to get some caffeine, hit some powers, then crash. I won't bore anyone with the vagaries of the political events this evening. Return to your homes...nothing to see here.


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