So it's been quite some time. This was pointed out many times over the weekend. I hadn't been doing anything interesting, so it's no loss to you if I don't post. However, this past weekend has been more eventful than the rest of my summer.
Friday afternoon, I packed up a few things and headed back out to Longview. (One of my friends called Thursday to see if I wanted to do something with him on Saturday. On telling him that I would be in Longview, he asked, "Is school starting already?" No. No, it's not. If any of my readers from Sherman know who this is and mention it to him, I will be most displeased.) You see, I had promised to go to the Texas Shakespeare Festival with the bums who were still at LeTourneau for the summer. Upon arriving to a half-frozen apartment on Friday, I was greeted by both Wheeler and Cynic. After bumming around for a short while, we walked over to the girls' apartment and headed to Bode. I was quite pleased with this, and enjoyed the food and company immensely.
After returning to campus to drop Ardith off, Anna drove us to Kilgore so we could watch The Tempest. Overall, it was very good, even if it was slightly "artsy" for my uncultured tastes. And though this may be alluded to more elsewhere, I say that Ariel's costume could have used... more. Let's leave it at that. If you want a critical analysis of the play, look elsewhere. Try some of those links to your left.
Friday night, I enjoyed another tradition I have been missing: Waffle Shoppe runs. This time, Anna stayed behind and Ardith came along, and the evening proceeded as a fairly normal (if undermanned) Waffle Shoppe run. Friday night (technically Saturday morning, but who's counting?) we finally decided to go to sleep. As the guys' roommate was out of town, I took the top bunk in his room. I woke up around 7:15, wrapped in a sleeping bag yet still freezing. Strange how this happens when one shares a thermostat with Cynic. So I moved out into the living room to a couch and slept soundly until Saturday afternoon.
Saturday, after helping cook (and eat) breakfast, Wheeler, Cynic and I sat around watching Wallace and Gromit. One of many entertaining ways to waste an afternoon. Round about dinner time, we headed over to the girls' apartment to partake of Anna's lovely lasagna. This was when we heard Cynic utter, "I smell girly." Write that down. After that, we went back to Kilgore, with Ardith this time, to watch The Merchant of Venice, which was generally better than the show the previous night. Note my previous remarks about critical analysis. To continue with my weekend of friends, food, and fun, we went to the Harclerode's house to have coffee and various foods which were also absolutely amazing. This was when we heard Cynic utter, "Ireland is like, a big island." We stayed there, bumming and talking for about an hour or so before returning to Longview.
Sunday morning, I went with Cynic and Anna to St. Mike's. I have forgotten how nice it is to have a sermon with no noticeable grammatical errors. And to sing praise songs where actually sound like people are praising. After returning to campus, and after some antics trying to get Wheeler awake, we went to the girls' apartment yet again for lunch. Moore, read this part. Sunday lunch was a wonderful batch of blueberry pancakes fixed by the wonderful Ardith. I would describe how crafty they were in all their blueberry goodness with the fluffiness of The Perfect Pancake, but I don't want Moore's head to explode.
After watching Silence of the Lambs with the crew, I went home. The end.
Posted by Gallagher at July 26, 2004 12:27 AM