I apologize (although I doubt anyone really cares) for not posting last night, but I had a meet from which I got home at 11, and went to dinner at IHOP after that until 2. Needless to say, I was way too exhausted to post. So sorry for that.
I've been listening to this mixtape for a while now, and I could never really decide whether I wanted to post it or not, but I decided I should just to get it out there. His name's Macklemore. He's really funny and pretty talented, which obviously makes a wonderful mixtape. The song 'America' made me literally laugh out loud, so I'd advise all of you to at least listen to that one. I have more stuff to give to you guys, but I think I'll wait til after the weekend (I probably won't post again until Monday, by the way. Sorry for that).
I learned a lot last night. I learned, first of all, that Marion is the last place a bunch of white kids want to be after 11 pm. Between getting stalked during our soccer game outside Culver's (damn you, Culver's, for closing at 11), dodging stray bullets from the traffic stop across the street when we were inside IHOP, and attracting pedo-esque looks from the table of 60-somethings across the restaurant from us, I'm sure all seven of us feared for our lives at one point or another that night.
Okay, none of those things really happened, but this blog is mine so what I say goes. We did play soccer outside of Culver's for about a half hour after it closed, and my good friend Cody Reaves did blast a soccer ball over the bypass, but beyond that, nothing life-threatening occurred. Except when the same Cody Reaves decided to ghost a black man and his hoe driving this, prompting them to stop in the Culver's parking lot for a couple minutes, which gave us quite a fright. We all went on with our night without further confrontation.
Now onto dodging the bullets from across the street. I wasn't fully convinced that that wasn't going to be the abrupt end to a fairly safe and danger-free night. The only reason I was worried was because there was a traffic stop in the parking lot of the gas station across from the IHOP we were eating at (Thanks, Gus for the 20% off, we needed it). This particular traffic stop required 3 different police cars, one of which being a K-9 unit from Marion. I couldn't stop looking back to see what was going on (mostly because I was truly scared for my life). I was at ease with the situation though, because if the bullets from across the street didn't tear through my body and pillage my insides, I knew this 12-ounce country-fried steak would. I'm still alive, but after a weekend with my dad (which means eating out at least 6 times a day), don't expect me to post anytime soon. *Disclaimer: Dad, if you read the blog, which I don't think you do, I love going out to eat and I love our weekends together. I wasn't dissing you, I was dissing our eating habits. Let's hit up Culver's later?*
Now, the table of seniors near us in the restaurant weren't nearly as creepy as I made them out to be, but they were creepy enough for going out to IHOP at 1 in the morning. Seriously though, what what are 60-year-olds supposed to be doing after 7 pm anyway? Exatcly. Playing Scrabble and drinking hot tea. It was beyond me as to why or how this certain group escaped the generally accepted Friday night routine to scare the balls our of a restaurant-full of breakfast lovers.
Highlight of the night? Probably seeing Nick Walker down a gallon of water throughout the night. That, or seeing him down the second half of my country-fried steak in 8 seconds. Seriously though, what a man.
This may be my last post of the weekend, but I'll try to get one down tonight or possibly tomorrow. We'll see. Also, for those of you that follow us on Twitter, RT us sometime to get the interest-ball rolling. We'll love you forever.
Now Playing: KiD CuDi - Dat Kid From Cleveland
-DK-
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