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Jul. 19th, 2008 11:03 pmWe're going to have to reschedule game night to a different night. Damon plays D&D on Saturdays now. That's fine. I'm easy.
I figured on a typical non-game night Saturday. I did a thousand words on my "In the Dark" rewrite. I edited "Stateline". And since I finished my "Elevator" short-short (I think I'm going to change the title to "Dead Guy in an Elevator"...it fits the piece better), I started on my next short story, "Not Pretty", for a pop fiction contest. I made some decent progress on that and decided I'd spend the rest of the evening reading and watching movies.
The phone rang just as I was putting my writing stuff up. It was Haley. Her sister Andrea was over and she asked if Carrie and I would like some company. I told her hell yeah.
They came over and we sat on the patio for awhlie talking. Andrea recently had a fire in her house (no major structural damage, but their bedroom was ruined from an outlet catching fire) and they're staying in a really nice suite at the local hotel. So we decided to go back to her room and play spoons and bask in the air conditioning.
We sat on the floor, played spoons, listened to 80's music, talked about the good ol' days, traded poop stories, looked at old pictures on the computer, and laughed until all of us were coughing so hard it sounded like a TB ward.
Oh laws, I haven't laughed that hard in quite a while. It was awesome.
The only thing that would have made it better was if my sister was there. Though, Carrie was pretty sure that if Mimzie was present, Carrie would have ended up pissing herself laughing.
I'm fairly sure we all would have.
I figured on a typical non-game night Saturday. I did a thousand words on my "In the Dark" rewrite. I edited "Stateline". And since I finished my "Elevator" short-short (I think I'm going to change the title to "Dead Guy in an Elevator"...it fits the piece better), I started on my next short story, "Not Pretty", for a pop fiction contest. I made some decent progress on that and decided I'd spend the rest of the evening reading and watching movies.
The phone rang just as I was putting my writing stuff up. It was Haley. Her sister Andrea was over and she asked if Carrie and I would like some company. I told her hell yeah.
They came over and we sat on the patio for awhlie talking. Andrea recently had a fire in her house (no major structural damage, but their bedroom was ruined from an outlet catching fire) and they're staying in a really nice suite at the local hotel. So we decided to go back to her room and play spoons and bask in the air conditioning.
We sat on the floor, played spoons, listened to 80's music, talked about the good ol' days, traded poop stories, looked at old pictures on the computer, and laughed until all of us were coughing so hard it sounded like a TB ward.
Oh laws, I haven't laughed that hard in quite a while. It was awesome.
The only thing that would have made it better was if my sister was there. Though, Carrie was pretty sure that if Mimzie was present, Carrie would have ended up pissing herself laughing.
I'm fairly sure we all would have.
