There's only so many times you can say "I'm sorry" before the whole world knows you don't give a d***.
Saturday was amazing. I rudely woke up Badur to start my brunch excursion with Phil, rudely waking him up as well because I forgot to call first. We tooled around on our unicycles, hit up a few bike shops, had breakfast, then headed to a gallery where I get introduced to everyone as the “Print Broker/Print Designer/Person helping me design invites” I got to witness memories I've never posessed. It was cool and amazing and moving.
Picked up a well-dressed Jill and headed home to plan dinner, stopping for more tooling around on unicycles. Picked up foodstuff for dinner and smoothies. Took maybe 20% the time as it did last week, mainly because we found those d*** edememe(sp?) beans that drove Phil nuts last time. Heard of Marty driving in for a visit. Once back “home” met up with a Nathan and Marty and female companion Sara(h).
Talks and eats happening. Sat around revisiting old memories, and experiencing new memories. Found out we're the only honest group of people left on the planet. There's nothing fake about anyone sitting in that living room. Unlike the large majority of the world, we are exactly who we say we are, whether you like it or not. There's just one last thing I have to say about Saturday. It should happen more often. Once I learn how to work Marty's back though. That was a failure unto itself, but my thumbs really really hurt!
Other than the stories told and repeated that I will never mention on my page, my favourte conversation of the night:
Marty: Alright Phil! Show me some tricks on that unicycle!
Phil: Jill?
Jill: Ange?
Me: Nathan?
Nathan: Alright fine, I was the end of the chain!
Marty: What?? All of you can ride that thing?!?
