Thursday, Jul. 22, 2004
Home Fries
I find comfort in the early morning hum of CNN Headline news. Although it's not early it is, however, the earliest I've been up in about two months of summer-induced bliss.
Mark had a little pool-party thing (again) yesterday from noon to six pm. He decided to call me to let me know about it (waking me up in the process) at about 11:55am. I wanted to kill the little terd. So, as payback, I called his house back at about 12:30, made sure his mother answered the phone and put me on Speakerphone, and asked (very loudly) for "Marky Jr." Teaches him to give me five minutes notice about a party. Kayla came to the party and spent the night. We stayed up all night watching movies. We watched Grease, Monk (which isn't actually a movie, but it's MONK! How can you not love Monk?), Amelie, and The 4400. We also watched Surviving Nugent reruns on VH1, but nobody has to know that.
The entire time we talked, and caught up, since we haven't seen eachother in what felt like years (and the parades don't count- I think we all realize that). It was fun. This morning at about 7:15 Kayla's dad called the house, and told her to come on home since she drove her tiny red convertable here without the hard top on, and it was SUPPOSED to rain. It hasn't even rained yet, and it's like, what? 10-ish?
Last night we put her soft top up, so when it came time for Kayla to leave, we couldn't get her soft top to go down. We were outside for a good half hour trying to get that damned top down (I in my pyjama's), and try as we might we couldn't get it! We wound up calling Kayla's dad, and having him try to fix it. He couldn't get it down either, but he did manage to get the soft top back up and Kayla did get to go home. Which leaves me half asleep, and ready to keel over and die.
Yeah, I think I'll be going back to bed now. Maybe. Just maybe. If I'm not murdered by my father for not cleaning the kitchen first.
theparisian at 10:21 a.m.