Thursday, May 22, 2003
at 8:16 AMI Should Say, "No"
I attended Kristoffer's crawdaddy shindig yesterday, consuming a total of two (2) crawdaddy tails and two (2) hotdogs. Crawdaddy (I was the only one who called them "crawdaddies"; everyone else called them "crawfish") meat tastes fine, but peeling off the shells and getting squirted with yellow fat does not appeal to me much. If the food had already been prepared, I might have eaten more.
Prior to showing up at Kristoffer's house around 4:00, I played board games at Sparky's house with Sparky, Sarah Wood, and James Haynes. I won Tribond, but James and I lost as a team playing "Who Wants To Be A Millionaire". I wrote "Triopoly" on my hand to remember to have The Father look into purchasing it for me.
I plunged into Kristoffer's pool wearing my work uniform, as I have not owned a bathing suit since seventh grade. I originally intended to go straight to work after the party, but I called and weaseled out of it. I dried my uniform this morning, and hopefully, my pants did not shrink.
I incurred a few sporadic bruises on my right forearm serving the volleyball in Kristoffer's backyard. The only semi-athletic thing I can do well, apparently, is underhand-serve a volleyball. Sparky scratched himself climbing over the fence to retrieve the ball from Kristoffer's neighbor's yard, where the ball landed innumerable times as a result of us playing too close to the fence. Dean Lantrip hit it into another yard once and had to evade a big, "Sandlot"-ish dog.
I must go clean myself for graduation practice this afternoon. Ugh.
