Late-Night Lucidity

Last night was about as fabulous as can be, really. Mostly. Sure.


Started off by going swimming with Isaiah in the Bloomfield apartments pool. Swam fr hours, even. Got in a pretty good workout. When I swim, I'm constantly doing shit, not just lounging and clinging to the side. I want my body to be perfectly aware of exactly how much its in water, all over. It was effing awesome.


Following that, I was absolutely famished (after swimming for more than an hour or so, I get out and I'm RAVENOUS.), so we went and ate at Dennys. It was not the best. I've pampered myself with the Ruby's tilapia. I got the tilapia at Denny;s and it kind of pretty much sucked. You know, I ate it anyway, because that's how I roll.... But it wasn't awesome.


After that, I was driving him home, when I just up and decided that I wasn't done with the night just yet. SO. I started taking random roads off 11s. EVENTUALLY, we ended up in Seymour. I stopped at the grade school right there on 11, and we played on all 4 playgrounds. That's right. Their shit has FOUR fucking playgrounds. And their playgrounds are AWESOME. They have all sorts of cool shit there. Lots of bouncy things. And retard swings.


After playing on the playgrounds for a while, we went to wal-mart because I needed dog shampoo. But they didn't have it. It was stupid. So, I bought sidewalk chalk and colored Twizzlers, because they're awesome.


Initially, the plan was to go back to the school and make their driveway very very pretty. But, I turned the wrong way, and we ended up heading up 31n.  No big deal, we'll just stop by Southside. Except, very shortly after I turned onto 400s, the GO in my car stopped. It made a weird death rattle, and then refused to do anything over 20mph. Also, no reverse.


I puttered it into a well-lit church drive, and we proceeded to graffiti the hell out of the driveway with the chalk. Nothing profane, just in case you wondered. But, it gave me a little time to think out what I wanted to do. What ended up happening was that I limped my poor broken beast to my mom's house. Waking her up at 2am was not cool. But she let my borrow the Durango to take Isaiah home, then he followed me back in the Prius, and I dropped off Mom's SUV, and spent the night up talking.


All in all, it wasn't a bad time, save the car breaking down. And even that could have been worse. Much worse.