At my parents' kitchen table, they tell me they have decided to burn all of their wedding photos.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Burning Wedding
5/22/11
At my parents' kitchen table, they tell me they have decided to burn all of their wedding photos.
At my parents' kitchen table, they tell me they have decided to burn all of their wedding photos.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Dance Swords
3/25/11
I'm on a boat, then end up on a weird series of docks in England that are more like a weird pier.
On the end of one of these docks in a large building. Inside it's a high school dance. Like real high school dances, my friends are too cool to hang out with me, so I wander around solo looking for people.
In another room towards the back of the building, Alex B is playing guitar alone. There are people packing up other instruments and equipment around him before he's finished.
I go back out into the main room and my friends are still too cool to hang out with me. So I head back out to the docks.
Someone suggests a restaurant up on a different dock that has an American owner. Me and some people from my Iceland/Scotland trip go. Eat some salads. Hang.
When I leave I'm in a car driving at night. I pass a gas station that has a group of people I recognize out front. I pull in and then head into the convenience store.
Two people end up sword fighting. I'm terrified I'm going to get hurt. I decide to run and find a hiding place.
I go up some stairs and hide in a closet sized room behind an Asian man.
The sword fighters end up fighting right in front of the room for a while and I think I'm trapped.
They eventually move and I head back down to my car. All the people out front are English and they don't like me much. I try to get away in my car, but when I put on the brakes nothing happens.
Some guy tells me to turn my wheel to the extreme right. I do.
He comes over and pulls out a mozzarella stick. He tells my to turn to the extreme left. He pulls out another mozzarella stick.
My brakes work. I leave.
I'm on a boat, then end up on a weird series of docks in England that are more like a weird pier.
On the end of one of these docks in a large building. Inside it's a high school dance. Like real high school dances, my friends are too cool to hang out with me, so I wander around solo looking for people.
In another room towards the back of the building, Alex B is playing guitar alone. There are people packing up other instruments and equipment around him before he's finished.
I go back out into the main room and my friends are still too cool to hang out with me. So I head back out to the docks.
Someone suggests a restaurant up on a different dock that has an American owner. Me and some people from my Iceland/Scotland trip go. Eat some salads. Hang.
When I leave I'm in a car driving at night. I pass a gas station that has a group of people I recognize out front. I pull in and then head into the convenience store.
Two people end up sword fighting. I'm terrified I'm going to get hurt. I decide to run and find a hiding place.
I go up some stairs and hide in a closet sized room behind an Asian man.
The sword fighters end up fighting right in front of the room for a while and I think I'm trapped.
They eventually move and I head back down to my car. All the people out front are English and they don't like me much. I try to get away in my car, but when I put on the brakes nothing happens.
Some guy tells me to turn my wheel to the extreme right. I do.
He comes over and pulls out a mozzarella stick. He tells my to turn to the extreme left. He pulls out another mozzarella stick.
My brakes work. I leave.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Hidden Ping Pong
5/15/11
A ton of people are hiding from Jo in my house, but not doing a very good job at it.
She comes in, finds everyone awkwardly hiding under chairs and behind their hands.
I tell her I was having a party with all the former AmeriCorps and didn't invite her, so I didn't want her to feel bad when she came over.
Zack comes over to sit on the couch with me, tells me about this table tennis competition.
Everyone piles into a couple cars. We drive down to the Wells plaza with Hannaford in it.
I have one sock on my foot, and one in my back pocket. Everyone else is getting ready.
It's really hot outside.
I leave the windows open a crack and put up one of those sun visor things in the windshield.
People start heading over to the place where the table tennis competition is, but Jo and I wait until everyone is inside.
While waiting, I put on my other sock. Jo complements me on them.
We head inside, and most everyone is getting registered.
One kid I'm with really wants to find Matt S. We look all over the place and can't find him. When we go back to the line, he's right there (with a beard).
A ton of people are hiding from Jo in my house, but not doing a very good job at it.
She comes in, finds everyone awkwardly hiding under chairs and behind their hands.
I tell her I was having a party with all the former AmeriCorps and didn't invite her, so I didn't want her to feel bad when she came over.
Zack comes over to sit on the couch with me, tells me about this table tennis competition.
Everyone piles into a couple cars. We drive down to the Wells plaza with Hannaford in it.
I have one sock on my foot, and one in my back pocket. Everyone else is getting ready.
It's really hot outside.
I leave the windows open a crack and put up one of those sun visor things in the windshield.
People start heading over to the place where the table tennis competition is, but Jo and I wait until everyone is inside.
While waiting, I put on my other sock. Jo complements me on them.
We head inside, and most everyone is getting registered.
One kid I'm with really wants to find Matt S. We look all over the place and can't find him. When we go back to the line, he's right there (with a beard).
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