This weekend I'm going on an psuedo-camping adventure.
Here is what I know about the trip.
Elaine, Bianca, and I will be driving to someone's farm in the country. We leave Friday afternoon and return Sunday morning. The owner of the farm is leaving the country (or something like that) and there is going to be a big party. There will be bluegrass bands playing music all night/day. There will be bonfires/campfires and drinking all night. There will probably also be hallucinatory drugs.
Jen said that Elaine said that she was going to try to find some pot for the weekend. I thought she said, "She was going to try to find some pie for the weekend." I like pie better. I would rather spend my weekend eating pie.
Listening to live music in the country and hanging out with Bianca should be fun. Being hit-on all weekend by Elaine will not be fun; In fact, it's got me freaked out a little bit. When I get hit on by girls that I like, I don't notice it. When I get hit on by girls that I don't won't to be hit on by, it's obvious and painful.
I'm not sure how I got into this situation, but I just want to make it through the trip so that I can see the Cards play the Cubs on Sunday afternoon.
posted by Bruce @ 4/20/2006 06:27:00 PM
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Oh right. So, just out of interest, do you hate it when I periodically hit on you? Because if you do, I'll stop. It's just that I'm convinced that if only you would stop hardening your heart towards me in your customarily callous way, we would be Mr and Mrs Happy Marriage. We would have a station wagon and everything.
Miranda, you can hit on me anytime.
Since I barely have a job now, I'll come to NZ and live the kiwi life with you.
Well, how was the trip? I managed to get three days of trout fishing with Dad this weekend. I landed a rainbow on my first cast. It was a good weekend for me.
Oh good! I guess I'll resume hitting on you again soon. I just don't have any good lines right now.
is Elaine the girl i met that lives in your building ?
The trip was just ok. Most of the weekend was pretty boring. I need something to entertain me, or keep me active. I can't just sit around and drink crappy beer all day. But, it was nice seeing lots of stars and watching a lightening storm.
1. There was only music for 90 minutes on Sat. night, and it wasn't bluegrass.
2. It rained most of Saturday night, so I stayed in the tent and slept.
3. We sat in a field in the middle of a lightening storm. It was incredible. I've never seen anything like it.
4. No one hit on me.
Elaine is the big girl who chain smokes. I'm not sure if you met her.
Well, chainsmoking is unpleasant to deal with if you're a nonsmoker. But I hope you wouldn't automatically relegate any bigger woman into the Unfuckable category. I would have to stop hitting on you if that were the case, since when we get married and have a station wagon and a picket fence, I reserve the right to put on lots of weight, especially when I'm having our triplets.
I like that you used the word "Unfuckable."
After you fill the station wagon full of children, then you can gain as much weight as you desire.
However, I thought vegetarians led extremely healthly lives and didn't eat enough to get fat.
Well, you can be a vegetarian and still gorge yourself on french fries and chocolate, and lie about on the sofa watching DVDs all day, and spurn the gym as an emporium of bourgeois consumerism. Not that I would ever do any of those things, of course.
Emporium of bourgeois consumerism, indeed.
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