You know what I love about summer? EVERYTHING.
This weekend was awesome. After work on Friday (wherein I cut my 62-item to-do list down to 32 items...BOOYAH) I went straight out to dinner with my friends L and R. Not only that, but I coaxed Nordic Boy off of the roof to actually attend with me. It was quite the event, as he hasn't been off the roof for like, a month. (Well, he goes to work and he sleeps in the house, but other than that). It is like he is a reclusive celebrity these days. He doesn't show up to normal things, unless he decides to put in an appearance. Some people have started to refer to him as my imaginary gentleman friend. But Friday he came out! In public! He IS real, he IS!
After dinner, we went for a walk, and then the pull of the roof was too much. He had to go back, like a moth to a flame.
He'll be in his office.
So he dropped me off at Hopscotch's house where I whiled away the nighttime hours in a deliciously summery way. By this I mean that I sat outside, with no coat and was NOT COLD. For someone like me, who is cold a good 90% of my life, being able to sit outside in the nighttime air and feel perfectly comfortable is so delicious I could almost make myself cry over it.
Not really, but I was looking to make it sound as dramatic as possible so I thought I would talk about waterworks.
So, we sat outside and told funny/embarrassing stories (and I will have you know that two of my adorable friends have stories where they have lost their underwear in public places which to me sounds like a high ratio of people that I know who have done that) until the wee hours and it was summery and delicious. My friends are currently obsessed with cornhole, which they claim to be a Midwest past time, but as a bonafide Midwesterner I must say that I had never heard of this. Any Midwesterners reading this care to chime in?
I don't know why I am fiddle-faddling about when the big news is all about Saturday. Saturday, my friends, I went to a Plane Pull Race. This, in case you didn't know, is where teams of people line up and pull a gigantic plane and whoever goes the fastest, wins. How awesome is that? And you know what else? I TOOK PHOTOS.
First of all, Biology Girl and I drove down to Boeing Field, where the plane pulling was to happen. This is a good place to have it since, you know, it's an air field and so they have planes there. Good thinking, plane pullers. The whole thing was a fundraiser for the King County chapter of Big Brothers and Big Sisters. Delium is a Big Brother to Little T and so a-plane-pulling he went.
Before the teams started, they had this one dude attempt to pull the plane BY HISSELF to break a world record. It was cree-azy. He put this harness on, grabbed the rope, and just pulled this plane around. How is this something that a person ends up doing with their life?
Then, it was time for the teams to start. The first team (20 people per team) went out there and they were the biggest, butchest motherflippers you have ever seen. Like, they had big necks and Popeye arms and stuff. And they did a lot of fist pumping in the air and WWE type noises. I was kind of scared of them. It took them two tries but they pulled the plane.
Next up was Delium's team. His team was not American Gladiator-esque. They were the normal looking dudes team.
Look at them all normal dude-ish. That's Little T in the front there.
They went out there, and you know what? They pulled that plane on the first try! No growling or fist pumps needed. It was quite exciting.
Here's the kicker. As Delium's team was lining up, I noticed something. One of the dudes on his team? Was JASON from the Bachelorette. So, all that time that was SUCKED out of my life watching that goddamn waste of a show and then hating myself for watching it afterwards TOTALLY PAID OFF. Because had I not watched it, I wouldn't have recognized Jason. And had I not recognized Jason, I couldn't have said "THAT'S JASON FROM THE BACHELORETTE!" all loud and crass like the uncouth social vagrant that I am. I may have even pointed at him. And taken a photo.
And we probably stared at him too.
So then, after that, BioGirl and I walked around the air field, where they had historic planes and cars on display for some reason. And one car (marked "Sheriff Car") had this weird thing about it.
Hmmm. There's something on the hood there.
Can someone please explain this one to me? Because what the hell?
You know what I love about summer? EVERYTHING.
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