(Pardon the grammar, but these are just quick write-ups of my dreams.
They are not essays or great works of literature. Just dreams, folks. Don't be hatin'.)

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Hidden Ping Pong


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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