Wacky Days

Alright, I put it off long enough, YOU CAN STOP BUGGING ME TO POST NOW DAN!!! Hee hee! Anywho, I had something else that I wanted to post, but I need to talk to someone first... (John R, e-mail me if you still got the address), so that's why I haven't blogged in awhile. But after yesterday, well I just gotta blog this, it was unbelievable!! Seriously wacky day. Sorta unchronologically, but try and follow...

I had YAF (sorry...Young Adult Fellowship) last night, but after work I saw I needed to get gas, so I headed off to southbridge before YAF started at 7 (I get out of work at 5:30). Got there fine, but five minutes from the woodstock/southbridge border I heard the most unsettling of sounds.... "ssssssssssssssssssssssssss" and as I pulled the car over it went sssssssssthwapthwapthwap" and my thoughts were "aw crap!!!" Yup. Flat tire. A lovely puncture wound, as it happens. And do I know how to change a tire? Theoretically...no. And a decent cell signal was a mile back on the road, so the cell was the main source of my incredible amount of frustration. AND AAA WAS OF NO HELP WHATSOEVER!!!!!!!!!! Thankfully, thru the crappy signal, I managed to get ahold of my dad for help and a friend to let them know I'd be late for YAF...who ended up coming to my rescue first (GINNY AND TIM, I LOVE YOU GUYS, YOU'RE THE BEST!! YOU ROCK!!!!!!). And seriously, like 100 cars went by in a half hour's time, and only THREE ppl stopped to see if I was alright, and the last one offered to help Tim, Gin and I (none of us know how!!) change the flat. (thank you mystery man from Sturbridge Host, whoever you are!) Then my parents showed up WITH THE DOG! Meanwhile, someone from church kept calling and because of the crappy signal, couldn't get thru. So I finally got thru to someone who wasn't the one trying to call and left a message with what was going on. Finally, tire got changed and we got back on the road heading home. Oh, and the spare didn't have much air pressure, so I couldn't go above 40mph! I had Tim and Ginny ahead of me, and my dad behind (with mom and dog)...it was a regular entourage! Half an hour later...get home and Ginny and Tim (awesome friends they are...I'll never forget this guys!) brought me to YAF...as I remembered that there was going to be a new guy there!! Some one had called me right before I left work inquiring about the meeting...she'd called on behalf of some lady who'd called on behalf of some guy who'd just moved up here from florida and was looking to be plugged in to some college-age church group. So yeah, I, the leader, show up late (flustered and frustrated) for his first meeting!! Not the best of first impressions, I do believe! But once I got into the swing of the meeting, I calmed down some (I can get high-strung when frustrated), and made proper introductions once the meeting ended. Most of us (including John, the new guy) went to Deary Bros (a local ice cream...uh...place with awesome food too) for ice cream (SUGAR! I needed SUGAR!!) and just hanging out. So hopefully he'll not have been totally freaked out by us crazies and will show up next week! After that, it was home...finally. Well, almost. [tangent: mmmmm pancakes] I got home (Grandma's) and I hadn't even stepped foot in the house when I heard fireworks coming from next door. So being the curious pyro I am, I went home (parent's) to investigate, tho I knew what was going on. My younger brother's (21st) birthday was on monday, and he was having his party. I ended up going inside to check my e-mail (after the fireworks were ended... not that they finished, but it was almost 10 and we have neighbors). There were upwards of 50 people there, and being a 21st birthday party...well you can guess what kind of stuff was going on. As I was online, talkin' to a couple buds, I heard noises coming from the deck that...well, intrigued me. The sound of a ping pong ball on a table, and yelling. Including my mother's voice... I jumped up faster than you could say "What the heck?" and found...My mother playing Beer Pong. BEER PONG!!! Seriously! I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it for myself!! She and Tim (my brother...not to be confused with Ginny's Tim) were playing doubles with two of his buddies from school. AND THEY WERE BEATING THE CRAP OUTTA THOSE TWO GUYS!!!! She was drinking wine instead of beer, but still...BEER PONG!!! As David so eloquently put it... :::Imagination Overload::: It positively boggles the mind.

I topped of the night downloading on the phone with Ebert (I had to tell Nat about my mom playing Beer Pong... She'd just told me about her Beer Pong story last week), and hit the sack (couch) around 1am.

What a wacky day it was!