So I have been in trouble lately because I don't write in this enough. Its a tricky science though, blog writing, because no one wants to know about the boringness that happens, and I must also keep it.. well, PG-13 rated. Alice says I must write though, and what Alice says is the law. So she helped me make a list of magnificent things that happened last saturday, and I will turn that simple list into many words of laughter, just for you, my dear reader, whomever you may be.
Saturday began with a phone call to the amazing Alice herself, and a plan to go out to dinner and see a movie. So we did. After some debate, we decided to walk (I know.. gross) from her house to Pot Belly's, because of fun football game traffic.
Now let me preface this story with the fact that I was in extreme pain the night before.. like I wanted to take a butter knife and remove my own organs, until I found the one causing me pain and crushed it. It turned out to be my stomach.. gross. You see, I had eaten pizza every day that week. Minimum of three (3) peices a day.. again, gross. (by the way, I have had pizza everyday this week so far too... I should be shot.)
I was feeling okay until after dinner, but then my stomach remembered that it no longer likes food. Or beverages. both of which I had. So I was a hurtin'. pretty damn bad. I like short sentences.
Alice and I were planning on seeing The Brothers Grimm at like 9:30... which I didn't really want to see anyway, although that doesn't matter. But she and I ate dinner at like 6. So we had time to kill. lotsa lotsa time. We decided to walk around downtown for a while... which is very bad for your stomach. So I changed this plan to say we decided to sit on a bench for a while.
We found these superfun benches in the Diag, that were circular with a hole in the middle... like a giant flat ring you sit on, if that helps. So Alice and I layed on the benches for like 45 minutes, while my stomach situation did NOT improve.
We decided to walk to Hannah's house, to see what she was up to that night. By now, my feet were dying as well as my tummy, because I did not plan on all this walking. So naturally, I wore nonsensical walking shoes. At this point, I decided shoes in general were overrated anyway, I mean, only 10% of Ann Arbor even wears them, right?
So for the next hour or so, I did all of my walking barefoot. Alice was not too fond of this plan... she swore I would get foot herpes. So far I haven't noticed any signs of that, but I'll keep you updated.
At hannah's, there were many boys, but we did not stay to play. We headed back to Alice's, to pick up my car and head to the movies. Once in the car, I put happy batman band-aids on my feet, and they were much better. Batman saves the day again!
We made it to the movies, and purchased our tickets, and we were waiting around while getting stared at by a scary old guy, when Peter calls. He says "hello, whats up?" fast forward- he says "I can't come to the movie, can you come downtown instead?" "sure!" I say.
But we had already bought our tickets, and I even made the ticket man punch me a frequent movie go-er card. So we got back in line with hopes of returning our tickets, but this time a line with a girl, so that we could intimidate her with our vast beauty, and great... height?
She was intimidated, and we returned our tickets promptly. Peter later pointed out to me that I had just gotten two free punches on my movie go-er card! kickass! you could get whole free drinks this way I bet!
So then we blew that popsicle stand (or is it just pop, I can never remember.. popsicle is more fun though), and traipsed downtown. We met Peter in Starbucks, my favorite establishment, being as I LOVE coffee and all (note the sarcasm), but it was fun.
Fortunately at this point my stomach illness had subsided, and, determined to keep it that way, I did not allow myself food or beverage for the rest of the night. Peter was unhappy with me for my pizza consumption rates of the past week.. he gave me a lecture that went somewhat like this "It's not like you feed olive oil to your dog, so eat healthy Jill!". Amazing. This makes sense, because I eat straight-up olive oil all the time...
So while Peter and Alice sipped their little coffee-esque drinks and bonded over their stories of volunteer work at a library, I wrote the list of things to write about in my blog. Peter loaned me a pen and paper, but scolded me for clicking the pen a bunch.. he said this would make the pen rust (it was not made of iron.. by the way). Alice and I laughed at him for a bit.
We also laughed when Peter thought your toes were called "toe fingers". HA! He claims your big toe is called a "toe" and the other four are your "toe fingers". hahhahah. Silly europeans! Alice and I thought of a great band name though.. "Peter and the Toe Fingers"!
Then Peter got into an arguement with Alice and I about duck cruelty. In california, they used to force-feed ducks (by sticking a tube down their throats and pumping food inside) to turn their livers into what Peter fondly referred to "the best tasting butter in the world"... to which my only thought was "LIVER IS NOT BUTTER. EVER." but don't worry, no more ducks will be force fed in the state of California. their Governator outlawed it. have I ever mentioned I love arnold schwartzennager?
So then we left starbucks, for it was Alice's curfew time. good job getting grounded Alice. On the way back to the car, we ran into Kate, Casey and Brock (and possibly others, but I don't remember). Kate looked quite sexy, I must say, which apparently Brock had some hand in. So we talked to them for a bit, and I got humped by Brock, but all in good fun.
Then Alice was late, so we had to go, but that was fine, because next came the absolute gloriousness. And it was absolutely glorious!
Yay!!
