Knitting A Pizza (and eating it)
Driving Home in The Fog
I'm so happy I got dragged out of my room yesterday.
My friend had a sleepless night, and asked if I could chauffeur her to a tournament thingy. I gritted my teeth and ass and obliged.
Honestly, I had a great time. I didn't stay for the whole tournament and drove around the neighboring cities for funsies. I ended up getting a few beers at a brewery to kill time.
The bar tender was angry, but luckily the beer sucked too!
My friend and I got dinner after the tournament. We went to a local place in my home town; a Mexican joint that I've been going to since I was a baby.
Took her home, she forgot her key, drove another 30 min to my place to wait for her dad to get home, then drove her home again.
After taking her home I got the same feeling I did way back when I was younger and more retarded. I used to drive that long drive to her house just to hang out. I'd watch her play Battlefront, The Isle, or Cyberpunk while sitting on her bed trying not to fart. We'd talk about anything or nothing; our lives, the state of the world, things we found funny or sad. Sometimes we'd cry laughing at some stupid shit.
Then I'd drive home around 3am in the cold fog, singing the smiths in the car on the way home.
It was a very special time in my life.
We don't hang out as much any more, so having a late night just to shoot the shit was very nice.
Hi Steve Rambo. I read your blog all da time. You are a very funny guy and u make me smile :)