So here's how today was supposed to go - wake up. go surfing. head into San Francisco to go to TWO parties (apparently it's Bastille day, I'm not French but hey any excuse to party right?) then be driven home sometime in the late hours of the night/wee hours of the morning to pass out in my bed.
Here's how today went - woke up. went to the bank (twice.) Searched outside for the cat (he's an indoor feline) for an hour, only to find him sleeping under the bed. began working in the backyard, pruning our dwarf fruit tree, raking up branches, planting some petunias, dug up a new flower bed. Headed to the library to get a book. barbequed chicken, corn on the cob, and veggies. Writing in my blog.
So my question is when did I all of a sudden grow up and start to be a "house man"? I swear it wasn't always like this. I used to party, I swear. But you know the worst part - I LIKED gardening. I had a blast today, got some sun, listened to some good music and hung out with my roommates. All in all a heck of a good day. So tomorrow, you know what I'm going to do? I'm going to go surfing...I think.
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Ha! Dave! You are growing up! It's great to read your blog, although, I must say, it does look quite familiar. I just moved to my 1 bedroom apartment in Lawrence, and let me say, it is super swank. Whenever you make your way back here for a visit, I have a place for you to sleep (it has your name on it). You better come back for Bierabend. Things are looking good so far.
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