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feeling: slightly tired, curious, not-quite-anticipating
listening to: nothing
The dreaded Saturday could have been very, very sucky. I had to get up too early, then spent half the day at a mall looking in gobs of stores and didn't find ANYTHING that 1) looked decent and 2) didn't cut off circulation to at least one limb. All I got was a pair of shoes, a pair of lounge/pajama pants, and one *ahem*. Lousy Jeffersonville. *mutter* We ran into my favorite teacher from gradeschool, though... she's still mega nice. ^^v Also, when we got lunch at the food court, the the girl at Gold Star Chili who took my order told me it would cost "four-fitty". A similar request was made of the woman who ordered after I did: "nine-fitty", or something like that. For you non-midwesterners out there, 'fitty' in this neck of the woods translates roughly to 'fifty'. Ah, good ol' Hickville, Southern Ohio.
Anyway, yeah. Sucky time at the mall. Then we got to the Reds game with next to zero traffic or parking problems. Too easy. It's not a Reds game until Dad gets us lost at least once. Fortunately he took us several minutes into Kentucky before getting us turned around and back home. I'm skipping ahead. Anywho, we got to the stadium about half an hour before it opened, so we waited over an hour and a half before the game finally started. Then it ran through inning #11. Then the Reds lost. Pretty sucky.
BUT!
That whole, entire, lousy day was made completely worth it by the most awesome fireworks show I've ever seen in my life. It was a dedication, of course, since yesterday's was the next to last game the Red would play in that field before its demolition. 20-25 minutes of fireworks, most of them set off from right there in the outfield. By the time it was over, my mom's hair and my clothes were quite generously peppered with ashes, and throughout the show, at least two very large, still glimmering chunks of firework fluttered to their ashen deaths very literally right in front of my face. If I were 15 years younger, I'd have run screaming from the ballpark. I used to be afraid the sparkles from fireworks would rain down right onto me and fry me to a crisp. :P Dang, though. I've never been so close to the action at a display like that.
To mimic the comic store guy: Best... Fireworks... Ever.
Well, yeah. The rest of the day sucked, right up to when we finally got home well after 2 a.m. and had to get up too early this morning for church. I'm used to that, though.
And now, the dreaded Weekend is over, as I am now in my new single dorm room and pretty well completely unpacked. This room is considerably bigger than I expected it to be. I approve. Now I just need more posters and such to cover all this wall space...
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 9/22/2002 09:58:00 PM
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