This weekend was somehow both super busy and super open at the same time. Following a week of endless gym time, painting yet another room, and enjoying some rainy weather I left Friday for Norman to take care of some apartment stuff for the weekend. It wasn't much by any means though it felt like a lot. Upon arrival I hopped right into hanging out with my roommate and her brother let our conversation of future house plans waft around me while clicking away at my laptop. Bed time was relatively early, and I rose early Saturday to work a high school All-Star Rugby camp. To be perfectly honest I had no intention of being there once I figured out there was no Men's involvement or games afterward, but when offered a chance to help out and film I ended up really enjoying myself. It was nice to take time to just serve. The East stomped all over the West until storm clouds and heavy downpour pushed the game to be whistled off. The kids didn't seem to mind though. After scorching heat (I got crazy tan lines) the rain was a God send. On the way home I snooped around my future home again. Man I'm so excited. I just have a good feeling about that house, I don't what else to say about it.
That afternoon I got a milkshake with Victoria and it uh.. proved to be yet another moment in my life that I was reminded my life is a comedy that I wish everybody far and wide could see. I promise it would be worth the watch. That day, after having been in that specific Braums a month before and seeing that they had a size above large for drinks, I decided to splurge and get a monstrously big strawberry milkshake. And I was in a good mood, so I went in guns a blazing, ie "Hey man, I would really like you guys to make the absolute largest strawberry shake that y'all can offer and that would be all!" to which I was met with the sassiest "Uh... sir that would be a large, please pull forward to the next window..". You could almost hear the eye roll in his voice and instantly I felt like the biggest idiot. Everybody in the car (and the employees at the next window) could not stop laughing and I had to shyly just hand my card to the cashier before driving off. I made my roommate cry.
To close, we swung by Walmart and Target to get some ideas rolling for furniture choices and color schemes for the new house, coming home with nothing but sticky notes and a few redbox movies. As soon as we got home, we fired up the microwave for what felt like an hour, and then watched movies and chatted with some good guy friends far into the morning hours. It was so cool. Being in one packed room just rattling off jokes while crickets beeped madly outside felt so right and was quite the indicator of what I [expect] next year to be like and it is beyond comforting. If Norman didn't already feel like home before, it definitely will pretty soon.
Leaving was a sobering thing for some reason, but once I came home-home to my girlfriend's letter and set off to work training, everything was nothing short of peachy.
I don't know what to do with my night, so I think I'm going to just ride something with wheels out into the night and sing until my lungs can't catch and my legs begin to clump all over. I've found that I never feel more relaxed than when I make the night my stupid little stage.
Catch ya later anonymous readers
That afternoon I got a milkshake with Victoria and it uh.. proved to be yet another moment in my life that I was reminded my life is a comedy that I wish everybody far and wide could see. I promise it would be worth the watch. That day, after having been in that specific Braums a month before and seeing that they had a size above large for drinks, I decided to splurge and get a monstrously big strawberry milkshake. And I was in a good mood, so I went in guns a blazing, ie "Hey man, I would really like you guys to make the absolute largest strawberry shake that y'all can offer and that would be all!" to which I was met with the sassiest "Uh... sir that would be a large, please pull forward to the next window..". You could almost hear the eye roll in his voice and instantly I felt like the biggest idiot. Everybody in the car (and the employees at the next window) could not stop laughing and I had to shyly just hand my card to the cashier before driving off. I made my roommate cry.
To close, we swung by Walmart and Target to get some ideas rolling for furniture choices and color schemes for the new house, coming home with nothing but sticky notes and a few redbox movies. As soon as we got home, we fired up the microwave for what felt like an hour, and then watched movies and chatted with some good guy friends far into the morning hours. It was so cool. Being in one packed room just rattling off jokes while crickets beeped madly outside felt so right and was quite the indicator of what I [expect] next year to be like and it is beyond comforting. If Norman didn't already feel like home before, it definitely will pretty soon.
Leaving was a sobering thing for some reason, but once I came home-home to my girlfriend's letter and set off to work training, everything was nothing short of peachy.
I don't know what to do with my night, so I think I'm going to just ride something with wheels out into the night and sing until my lungs can't catch and my legs begin to clump all over. I've found that I never feel more relaxed than when I make the night my stupid little stage.
Catch ya later anonymous readers
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