So this weekend was interesting. I've been sick for about 5 days now, but i have reached the hawking phlegm stage, so looks like it's on its way out. But no, that was not the highlight of my adventures at 2020 Evansdale. We had a pretty rockin' party on friday night... and dizz won the bet.
... who am i kidding ...
she blew the bet out of the fucking water.
not that i'm bitter or anything. ::snort:: actually though, i'm surprisingly ok with it. my pride is hurting a bit (i even had a back-up plan to secure my win), but other than that... more power to her. i had fun collecting donations for the liz fund and playing power hostess. not too shabby at all.
the competition on saturday was a bit of a bust for the guard. but considering the circumstances... i could not be happier with the effort and energy these kids are putting into it. the weather was not conducive to me getting over this bug, though. sigh.
and sunday was breath-taking. slept late. went home. watched football with the fam. had the deep conversation club dinner. wonderful food. mind-blowing conversation. just love.
mmmn mmmn good.
i love this house. i love these boyz. i hope november and december don't go as fast as september and october did.
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