Juvenile
I cried at least twice tonight. Once from watching the Codys watch the Pain Olympics, and again eating an onion. Currently, unhappy words are being exchanged in my gut. Cody, Cody, Jared, and Steve showed up here tonight. Most of the time spent was invested in exceptional online video. Amazing sequences in rugby and football. Then, as any adventure in the land of Internet culture is obligated, the attributes of the entertainment owing to an exceptional nature shifted to the perverse. Interesting fact: fish can swim out of [human] orifices with an unexpected momentum.
After exhausting the little material not already in our collective discourse and reviewing some classics, the search turned nostalgic, to the milk challenge video. This inspired a series of contemporary challenges. These included efforts to met various time constraints while consume a specific quantity of saltines, bread, cinnamon, or onion. I was the regretful participant in three of these. Earlier, much earlier, we were playing 3v3 frisbee in cold rain. The temperature, precipitation, and mud made for a very enjoyable time. Steve and Drew left after frisbee but Mel and Molly joined. A brief game of world cup followed. From there I left to referee U10 girls. I forgot to remind the players to switch at the half. The huge muddle puddle in front of one of the goals made this an important thing to do. We switched with 9 minutes left. The game on the parallel field finished at half time. I offered the coaches a similar deal, but neither took to it. When I had finished and gotten to my car, I found 12 missed calls from Sarah. She was back at the syracuse airport, having given up going from D.C. to New Orleans. I was her ride.I expected to see Mel and Molly sometime after returning home, but they seemed to exhausted. Apparently, at least Molly had gone to bed at the same time as me: 7am. 2.5 hours of sleep! I'm still going at a time over an hour and a half into the next day.
