After the troubles of the morning were over, I went over to Huntington Beach for Jei, Norman, and Margaret's birthday BBQ. I haven't been to Huntington in a while, so I ended up taking the long way around. It was nice cruising down Beach Boulevard though, with the windows down and the music bumping. I miss my car. It's not so fun driving around in the rental. I found decent parking and found them pretty easily. I remember times when I'd walk up and down the beach for 20 or 30 minutes trying to find people. I threw around the frisbee and the football until we got a volleyball game. Later some kids, maybe 7 or 8 years old, wanted to play, so we picked up two on each team. Tyler, Ty, Seth, and some other kid. They were actually pretty good for being 2 1/2 feet tall. Our team (the guys) started kicking ass, so Tyler decided to do handstands while someone else served. Funny those kids were. Their dad joined up later and we played some more. Leo and Boraccho shoowed up around 5:30, right as I had to leave because my meter ran out. They gave me the guilt trip though, and Jei joined in, so I stayed till about 6.
I trailblazed back to Costa Mesa and realized I only lived about 5 miles away. That's after I drove 15 miles to get there. When I got to CDM, a bunch of PUSO people were already leaving as I walked down to the beach. I guess I can't complain because people were there since 8:30 in the morning. We chilled for a while and then Gerald and I joined some other people for more volleyball. These guys were pretty good. Two guys were spiking it back and forth. I'm still working on that though. We played two games and had plenty of fun, talking trash and making crazy digs. The other team had a good big of one guy's face. After the game I ran on the wet sand and let the waves bury my feet as I watched Roma's cousin get torn up by the breakers.
We didn't have a fire pit, so we improvised and built a wood fire in the portable grill. It was pretty pitiful because we only had a couple of pieces of sorry looking wood. Kristine had to go ask for some wood from the people we played volleyball with. I showed my inner pyro and got the fire blazing. People were still coming around that time, so we had smores sans chocolate and chilled by the fire, taking pictures, avoiding stupid kids with random fireworks, laughing about the off-color sexual humor, and sheilding our eyes from the moon(s). People starting roasting wieners on kabob sticks and the sticks would catch on fire and snap. One fell in the sand, so I dug it out and put it on top of the fire. It looked like a pickle. A wiener pickle. People were starting to pack up and leave, so we doused the fire with ice (it's all we could find) and dumped it all into a fire pit, with the smoke killing my eyes the whole time. We had a plan to get everyone to their cars, but we still ended up standing around in the parking lot for 15 minutes... 12 minutes too long. Parking lag.
I sped over to Emily's birthday party (not the after-pre party, the actual party). It's always fun cruising back from the beach on the long open roads with the high speed limits. The party was kind of out of hand, but it took a while to build up. There was plenty of freakiness though. I grabbed some food and ate on the front step outside, away from the heat and the noise. It's weird going to a party with people you don't know. I'm sure some people love it though. It's not my thing. I went back in, but it felt like a sweaty armpit in there, so a few minutes later I was back outside. Back inside again, I sat in the living room, just talking to people and chilling... trying to talk to this one drunk girl... man it was funny. I switched chairs with someone on ended up on the couch. Little did I know that five minutes later someone would be throwing up on my shoe. Maybe it was all supposed to happen that way. Funny too, that I just met her last night at the post-pre party, and Gerald and I were trying to mess with her head about an hour previous, making her think she was drunk (even though she was, but we told her she wasn't). She was dizzy and lay down on the couch. I sat on the other side. She got up and I thought she was going to the bathroom, but just sat down again and yakked on the floor. The floor next to my foot. And her arm was pushing down on my knee, so I couldn't move it out of the way fast enough. All in all, it seems like a little stranger than mere coincidence. Luckily, I wasn't grossed out to the point of throwing up myself, but unluckily, my shoes are made of an absorbent material. Sure they're super comfortable, but not so great in the rain. At least she missed my leg. I cleaned up and peaced out, figuring that was my cue to go home.
When I got home, Doug, Doreen, and Chris were just leaving my house. They went to the fair, and were chilling inside for a while. We talked for a while outside because I hardly see them anymore. We talked about car collisions and insurance because both Chris and I were hit by other cars recently. And so I ended the night on a good note, catching up with old friends. I took a long shower to wash all the sand away and I sat at my computer, feeling my nervous heartbeat. I hope it's all normal.
I trailblazed back to Costa Mesa and realized I only lived about 5 miles away. That's after I drove 15 miles to get there. When I got to CDM, a bunch of PUSO people were already leaving as I walked down to the beach. I guess I can't complain because people were there since 8:30 in the morning. We chilled for a while and then Gerald and I joined some other people for more volleyball. These guys were pretty good. Two guys were spiking it back and forth. I'm still working on that though. We played two games and had plenty of fun, talking trash and making crazy digs. The other team had a good big of one guy's face. After the game I ran on the wet sand and let the waves bury my feet as I watched Roma's cousin get torn up by the breakers.
We didn't have a fire pit, so we improvised and built a wood fire in the portable grill. It was pretty pitiful because we only had a couple of pieces of sorry looking wood. Kristine had to go ask for some wood from the people we played volleyball with. I showed my inner pyro and got the fire blazing. People were still coming around that time, so we had smores sans chocolate and chilled by the fire, taking pictures, avoiding stupid kids with random fireworks, laughing about the off-color sexual humor, and sheilding our eyes from the moon(s). People starting roasting wieners on kabob sticks and the sticks would catch on fire and snap. One fell in the sand, so I dug it out and put it on top of the fire. It looked like a pickle. A wiener pickle. People were starting to pack up and leave, so we doused the fire with ice (it's all we could find) and dumped it all into a fire pit, with the smoke killing my eyes the whole time. We had a plan to get everyone to their cars, but we still ended up standing around in the parking lot for 15 minutes... 12 minutes too long. Parking lag.
I sped over to Emily's birthday party (not the after-pre party, the actual party). It's always fun cruising back from the beach on the long open roads with the high speed limits. The party was kind of out of hand, but it took a while to build up. There was plenty of freakiness though. I grabbed some food and ate on the front step outside, away from the heat and the noise. It's weird going to a party with people you don't know. I'm sure some people love it though. It's not my thing. I went back in, but it felt like a sweaty armpit in there, so a few minutes later I was back outside. Back inside again, I sat in the living room, just talking to people and chilling... trying to talk to this one drunk girl... man it was funny. I switched chairs with someone on ended up on the couch. Little did I know that five minutes later someone would be throwing up on my shoe. Maybe it was all supposed to happen that way. Funny too, that I just met her last night at the post-pre party, and Gerald and I were trying to mess with her head about an hour previous, making her think she was drunk (even though she was, but we told her she wasn't). She was dizzy and lay down on the couch. I sat on the other side. She got up and I thought she was going to the bathroom, but just sat down again and yakked on the floor. The floor next to my foot. And her arm was pushing down on my knee, so I couldn't move it out of the way fast enough. All in all, it seems like a little stranger than mere coincidence. Luckily, I wasn't grossed out to the point of throwing up myself, but unluckily, my shoes are made of an absorbent material. Sure they're super comfortable, but not so great in the rain. At least she missed my leg. I cleaned up and peaced out, figuring that was my cue to go home.
When I got home, Doug, Doreen, and Chris were just leaving my house. They went to the fair, and were chilling inside for a while. We talked for a while outside because I hardly see them anymore. We talked about car collisions and insurance because both Chris and I were hit by other cars recently. And so I ended the night on a good note, catching up with old friends. I took a long shower to wash all the sand away and I sat at my computer, feeling my nervous heartbeat. I hope it's all normal.
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