And, we’re back:
- My GPS is the least consistent GPS ever. This was the third time I’ve used it to get to my friend’s place, and this was the the third time it came up with a new route.
- We drove through a huge roadway-widening project I’m working on in Rockaway Township on Route 15. I was explaining how we’d be putting a retaining wall here, and resetting that fence there, and how we were putting a new service road next to this building and how that road was turning into a cul-de-sac, etc. No one cared.
- Apparently you can still have conversations that go on until 5 o’clock in the morning even after college.
- My friend’s dad bought an inflatable trampoline that’s meant to float on the lake. It’s damn near impossible to jump on though, so we just treated it as a glorified hammock.
- Lesson learned the hard way: Don’t forget to work in the sunblock on your knees and legs; just spraying it on causes it to get stuck on my leg hair and doesn’t come in contact with the skin.
- My body went into shock from the change in sleep cycle, lack of protein shakes, lack of exercise and the kind of food I was eating. I lack discipline…
- We went para-sailing, which was surprisingly not so bad, except for the parts where the wind suddenly died and we’d drop 20 feet. Those parts were utterly terrifying.
- I’ve gotten much better at wakeboarding, and I can consistently get out of the wake comfortably. I was starting to learn how to do some small jumps when I had a really rough fall and jostled my brain pretty bad.
- I brought Albert Camus’ L’Etranger to read for fun, and no one could let go of the fact that they didn’t understand why I was reading a book written in French if I didn’t have to.
- I caught like 20 minutes of a shit-quality Arabic bootleg of Prometheus.
- Playing a decent acoustic guitar made me realize just how shitty my own acoustic is.
- I brought my camera, and forgot to take pictures the entire time. As usual.
