Sunday, November 06, 2005

"Oh no!" said the fat chicken. And then he ran.

I don't even remember all that has happened since the last time I did one of these. I probably should have read my last one so that I'd at least have a reference point. Ooh, I do remember that I haven't talked about the tea party yet. So I will.

The other day we wanted to have a tea party with some of Leo's grandmother's tea. It's supposedly authentic Chinese green tea. I didn't think it was too bad. Craig is used to black tea, so when Leo told us to not put very much in Craig was like, "Mine's not even getting any darker. I like my tea with some color in it." So he added lots more and it still didn't get darker, so he left it. The rest of us started to drink our tea with not as many leaves in it (this stuff wasn't bagged--there were loose leaves and you just put them in your hot water) and Craig drank his with lots of leaves in it. I can't find my fingernail clippers by the way. So Leo asked us how we liked the tea, and I thought it was good. Greta thought it was okay, but she isn't much of a tea drinker anyway, so that was fine. Craig thought it was terrible. He said he wanted to "finish the tea party," though, so he drank all his tea in two huge gulping sprees. Mmmm. Smart kid to gulp your tea. Then he commenced puking in the hall kitchen's adjacent bathroom. Three separate times. It was actually very funny, but I must say we were kind of worried when he kept throwing up. He thought it was kind of funny too, though, so I think it was okay. I got some really great pictures of the whole sequence of events. They are in my facebook albums.

AND...yesterday was the homecoming game. I saw Matt Crook there, the guy RA from GDI two summers ago. I didn't get to say hey to him, though, because he was walking too fast the opposite way. Oh well. I could really go for some Raisin Bran Total right now. I went to the game, or I was going to go to the game, with Craig and Ryan, but we went to breakfast together at Ram's Head, and Ryan was with us one minute, then he was gone. We saw him after the game and he'd found some friends to go with, but it was kind of weird. I mean, he was eating with us, then he was gone. And we didn't have his phone number to see where he was. It's not like he couldn't find his way around, though, because he goes here too, so we weren't worried about that. It was okay, pretty much. So Stuart and Jordan saved us some spots and Craig and I went to the game and sat with them all on about the 40 yard line. Maybe the 41 yard line or the 42. And we were high enough to where we could see really well, but close enough to where we were close, you know. It was pretty freakin' awesome. Like, I really think those were just about the sweetest seats we could have gotten. I am so grateful to my fellow hallians for saving some for us!

The game was pretty amazing. I was expecting to lose, frankly, but we didn't. Which was wonderful. I don't like Big and Rich. Their music is obnoxious and so are they. I took some pretty good pictures of the game, too, and they are also on my facebook thing. I had so much fun. There were some really weird people in front of us and we had trouble not laughing at them the whole time. Dude--this one guy had something wet on his pants, and so he wiped his fingers on it and smelled them to see what it was. I suppose it had no smell, for he wiped his fingers on it again and licked them. Not a discreet lick, either; this was an I-have-some-awesome-barbecue-sauce-on-my-fingers kind of lick. Pretty weird. Another guy in front of us had a completely flat back of his head. It was like he has slept on his back his whole life and so his head got stuck flat. Pretty weird again. Okay, so Craig tried to make me die a couple of times by trying to make me fall over. I was right next to the steps, and I didn't have room to slide my foot over to balance. So when he even nudged me I'd lose my balance. I actually fell once, and the rest of the times I was pretty okay. It was actually funny, but I was a little scared I'd roll down the stairs. And we all kept hitting each other with our pom-poms (or pompons--I think I saw them as that once). It was a whole huge lot of fun!

This is a monstrous post, I think. I can't really tell because it is in a different format than how it's posted, but i am pretty sure it's basically gargantuan. So I shall halt my flow of words.

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