so - I've been working on mustering up the energy to write about last night. It required a little nap during Pride & Prejudice. The activity was for 31 + last night @ This is the Place Monument/Park. And it was hotter than all 32,963 fat ladies armpit's. Yeah, cause in the fine print, I didn't realize that you had to be severely obese, mentally retarded or a child molester to get in. Sad for us, for not realizing it.
One ol' man, with more ear hair than head hair, a droopy eye & saggy everything, deemed himself worthy to talk to us. He asked me where I was from... I was being a little smart. So I tried to distinguish, originally or currently. He said originally. So I said, "Chicago," cause I'm nothing if not proud of my hometown. Then he said, "what'd you do there?" I said, "well, first I was born... then I was raised." Who did he think he was trying to pick up on me! The nerve! Kim was laughing at me. Cause I apparently didn't hide my pissedoffness very well. (Don't ever forget that it was hotter than hades & we were all sweating, generously throughout the course of most of the evening...)
See, the first hour or so, it was just me, Meeja & Kim. Two extremely entertaining friends, but I wanted to get the samhell out of there. Kim and I had almost talked Meeja into going. I even offered to treat to dinner. We were on our way out, when unfortunately we ran into two guys from Meeja's "special singles sunday school class," who wanted us to stay. They definitely made the evening more entertaining, but it was still hot & there were still a lot of smelly fat people around. Kim and I - well, we had fun during the balloon toss, although I was quickly reminded how unathletic I am. I wasn't opposed to just letting the balloon burst on the grass, if it meant that I was going to bother my back to get it.
And then there was the dancing. By then it was dark out, cooling off a little. But it was on a dirt road, so as soon as all the ol' hillbillies starting kicking up their heels, they also kicked up all the world's dirt. Fun for your contacts, let me tell you. And we got to enjoy the spectacle of the child molesters groping some fattie. Poor thing... (truly molesters were identified from my friend's past home ward!!! disgusting!) And then there was the solo bridge dancer. He had this tiny little bridge all to himself & boy, was he rocking out!!!
The best part of the evening - was when I watched a love connection happen. It started off a little awkward, this large marge of a lady fell down a little hill, off the sidewalk area, cause apparently she wasn't looking where she was going, but this sweet old fart rescued her & then proceeded to talk to her for quite a while. We were dying laughing. Yes, I did in fact stay close to that area for the rest of the night, in hopes of the chance of seeing someone else fall.