7.16.2005

pop goes the weasel

last night was lots of fun.

Matt came over and picked me up in the afternoon and we went to drop his guitar off to get it fixed in wcu. We also stopped by my moms work to drop off some stuff to take up to psu with her. (She visited Chris this weekend for Artsfest) Then we met Leslie and her mom and suprised Jenny by watching her conduct lots of adorable kids! She was sort of the musical helper person for UMCR's VBS. How can kids singing and doing crazy motions NOT be cute? It made me long for camp, and I cannot wait to return there. Its good for me to be around kids, it reminds me that I want to teach and that I love to talk to them and help them learn and grow.
After that we went to wawa and met Josh H. Then the four of us (minus Jenny, she didnt feel well) went over to Jon and Aarons. Josh F was already there... then Aaron and Jenn showed up... she just got her new car. YAY! And we ordered pizza and played Clue. i cant imagine wanting to spend my Friday night in any other way.

I am so happy here in dtown... and its really not that its dtown, but that my friends were here. I would have just as much fun some place else if everyone were there. Its awesome to look around the room and think that ive known everyone for years and years and despite growing up and changing and purusing careers and families and adulthood, we still remain friends. We can still hang out on a Friday and play board games. Its something I will hold on to for as long as I can.

But I definitely regret staying until midnight... I am exhausted... its 8:46 pm and ive been at work for 14 hours now. Just a few more to go, and I might wheel my way into going home a little bit early. I feel like poop and all I can think about is my kitty and my bed. and pop goes the weasel.... which was awesome. :)

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I was thiniking the other day just that thought you placed in your post about dtown...not the place, but the friends. I work in an area like Chester County now, but growing into more of a suburban hell each day. I was thinking of how exton/downingtown was turning into that a little as well, and that tug to come back home was pulling at me a little less. DeKalb, with all of its corn fields, definately encourges wonder and expansive thinking. My proposal: we all agree to move somewhere cool. And rich. And cool. Like Seattle. But I would settle on Boulder, and possible Florida, if a small boat were part of the deal. I miss you guys.

7:37 PM  

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