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Sunday, July 17, 2005
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Saturdays are cool. (what a profound statement.)
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I suppose telling about the first day of a sleep over is usually more interesting than telling about the second day, but when Cara and I get together, that sort of thing only lasts as long as our argument over who has to decide what we're going to do that day. (Yes, Danny, I guess we do have arguments occasionally.) :)
None of us girls walked out of that tent yesterday before 9:30, I'm sure. Unfortunately, we took too long to decide what to have for breakfast. (I think if we'd have had pancakes, it'd have taken too long to make them.) Lauren and Danny's ride showed up at 9:45 so that they didn't get to eat breakfast.(Hope you guys ate something!) Cara and I decided on cereal. How exciting, right? We decided on a movie to watch and by the time it was finished, my parents were ready to go to a restaurant in Greenwich for lunch.
Anyone ever been to the BaitBox? Don't let the name fool you. It's really a rather nice place. We got a table in the corner with windows on either side. Cara and I faced both windows so we could "contemplate the river" and "restore the soul". It's said to do that. I enjoyed the meal immensely. I love shrimp. Hot. (I had to eat it hot, D, it was fried.) Mom had seafood as well. Everyone else had cheeseburgers and grilled cheese sandwich. That ended our party because when we got back Cara had to leave. 'Twas great fun!
James went bike riding later with Derek. They went out to get the ice cream that they missed out on the day before because of that phone call I told you about? Maybe a half hour after he left, the wind started to blow and the lightning started to light up the sky. Mom had me call to see where the guys were at. Dad went and got them because no one wanted them riding home in a storm. But as soon as they got here, the thunder stopped yelling at the lightning. |
posted by cori
7/17/2005 02:22:00 PM
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| The ShugaBowl |
| Sounds like some kind of sports thing, but in reality, the ShugaBowl is just a little hideaway for me, Sugarcube herself, to let loose my thoughts and occasional creativeness. |
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