which I will detail now.
Friday afterschool Zack came over and we went out to dinner with my parents. Scary, right? But it actually went really well. No interrogations as I predicted, and it was all pretty chill.
And then Zack, Sara, and I all went to see Caroline or Change at the Guthrie, which was awesome. We went out for coffee at Dunn Bros. first (yum) and then the musical itself was fantastic. And afterward we sat on a big rock on the top of this hill, and looked at the river and the pretty st. anthony main lights against the night sky... t'was nice.
And then Zack made manitee mating calls with his program rolled up into a cone. That was weird. Haha.
Then Saturday was D&D which was fine exscept that it was only me, zack, arthur and jeremy. No colby, no jake, no michael. Ah well.
Then we saw X-Men Origins- Wolverine afterward, and that was sort of disappointing. Gambit wasn't badass enough. No french accent. And it just wasn't really all that fantastic. Good action.
It's hard to fit that much story into a small amount of time and make it work well. Also, I didn't feel very sad when Wolverine's Girlfriend died. Like, it moved in such a weird way that had I never seen any other X-Men things I wouldn't care for the characters at all. Like, when the bad guys did bad stuff, I felt nothing. When the good guys did good stuff, I felt nothing. The only emotions this mopvie could invoke in me were mild frusteration and a little excitement during the action scenes. Oh, and I was sad when that random old guy and his wife got shot. They were the only characters that seemed to mean much. You know, them and wolverine.
Sunday was fantabulous. Church was boring as all hell, but I stuck it through. Afterward I biked down to Zack's, and we biked downtown and took the train to Lake Street, and I only got semi-lost on the way to the parade. And I could hardly see anything at the parade because we were sort of in the back and I am really short. But that was okay, and eventually we walked down the line of the parade and saw more and moved onto the festival. In which we layed on the grass in the sunlight for an hour. That was super nice. That feeling of dry blissful warmth is the exact opposite of a later event I am going to tell you about.
After that we were like lets go walk around and we did and I was hungry so I was like "lets go get food downtown on the way home!" and that was going to be fine and dandy. Except for these things:
1) I got lost-ish on the way back to the train station.
2) I had to break my twenty by buying a soda in order to get bus faire and not have to get a zillion dollar coins. And instead of having closer to 18% as I predicted I would have, I had more like 14.
3) Once we got downtown we had no idea where to go 'cause I had nothing in mind, and Zack didn't either and he didn't want to choose. So we ended up biking all over downtown and up and down nicolette mall. And he suggested we go to Chipotle, and I was like "But I don't like mexican." and it was just LAME. And eventually I was like "god dammit, lets just go to chipotle." So we went and it was closed. So we decided to go to the one by St. Anthony main, and we biked there and I had never been there so I didn't know what to expect. And we got tacos. And he got a soda, and I couldn't get juice because I couldn't afford it.... Holy shit. It was fucking expensive, which wasn't helping my progressive bad mood.
The tacos were good.
But that was it by then, my mood was ruined, and nothing he could say or do at that point was going to fix it, and by being in a bad mood I was going to be ruining his mood. Which I most certainly was, and I wouldn't start to get in a good mood again until my bad mood had affected him enough to get him in a bad mood, too.
We went on a walk to Ginger's part of the river, which is kind of close to Zack's part of the river. Which, to be honest, I only have bad memories of. Even the good ones are tainted with bad. Not to mention since they did construction on it it looks ugly as fuck. Which is sad. But.. yeah.
And we sat on the steps. and talked. Well, I talked, and he mostly just sat there. I don't know why exactly, but people being constantly laid back and chill and unemotional about every fucking thing drives me INSANE. Because I am so easily swayed by every turn of events, and I feel strong emotions for almost everything. and It is so frusterating.
Long story short: we jumped into the really cold river. Which was pretty shallow so mostly it just got our legs. It was so freaking cold. And then we splashed each other, which was also really freaking cold. And somehow our weird fight was fixed by that event. Weird, huh? It totally worked though. And I was supposed to be home like way before I ended up walking in the door. I was like, an hour and a half late.
Once we got out of the water, I needed to change into the dry-ish jeans i took off and put to the side and my sweater, but I needed to take off my soaking wet cold clothes in order to do that, zack had to cover me up in this corner as I changed and squeezed the water out of my clothes.
It was just ridiculous. Ridiculously fun, but still ridiculous.
And we went back to his house and Colby wasn't back yet. So that was fun. Heh.
And then I biked home, with wet hair and uncomfortable sandy damp-ish clothing and it was fun.
Song of the day: Built to Spill- Twin Falls
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