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Sunday, May 29, 2005 So yesterday was a blast. I got to hang out with the girls and catch up while relaxing on the beach listening to the waves. It was perfect day out there too! It was nice not to think of USC for once. I had other people to occupy my mind, and many other things to talk about. However being the dork I am about him I still brought him up a couple times.While there I was very cautious going up and down the steps where I fell through the deck last time. I'm pretty scared of having that happen again, can't blame me!! So I kept my ass planted in the chair on the beach after realizing that there are these freaky bugs that crawl in and out of the sand and hop around. I didn't end up going in the water either. Mostly because I didn't want to re-do my make-up, and also because I didn't want to have a TON of sand in places that sand shouldn't be again. Maybe next time I'll venture in! We then left to go back to Wisky to eat carne asada and other assotred goodies. The meal was fabulous, I just wish at times I could have eaten more. After inducing a food and beach coma we planted our butts on their couch. Only to die from laughter! Wisky got her ass pummled pretty badly while out in the surf. At one point she was struggling to get up off the couch so Babes and I helped her up. As soon as she got up I said "Sanctuary!! Sanctuary!!" To mimck the comedian on television doing a skit on the huntch back of Notre Dam (can't spell!). Everyone started laughing. So not to be over done by myself I had Babes shove a pillow up the back of my shirt and one up hers so we looked like huntch backs. Wisky came in from getting the turtle and just about died. She threatened me with the turtle pissing on me....ewww but luckily it didn't. HA!!! She fell on the floor and just about pissed herself though at a comment that Babes made. Huntress ran outside because she couldn't contain her laughter, and didn't want to wake up Wisky's son. Around 10pm Huntress and I both left for home. It was when I got on the freeway that I was hoping for something else to do to occupy my mind from thoughts of USC. Though I couldn't find a damn thing to do, and all I could do was think about him. Grrrrrrr I hate being obsessive compulsive!! |