Touchy-Feely: Crawl Space

Today was a day of relatively pleasant weather (which itself followed a night of temperatures in the teens and the decision to turn the heat down to 54 less our gas bill get to be too big...which is a very uncomfortable combination, even with a stack of 6 blankets on top of you.)  I rode for 2 1/2 hours, then found out I was going to be late to meet Lexy for a bid on a tree/landscaping job--so I had to sprint (on my bicycle) across town during rush hour, which is really good training, I think, but it makes me realize how fucking stupid drivers are--though it does reconfirm how much more convenient and awesome it is to be on a bike on busy, gross roads. Lexy and I spent the last few moments of daylight checking out this landscaping job, which will bring in necessary money for what should go toward gas bills, but will probably wind up being spent on bike parts, beer, ginger snap cookies from Amazing Savings, DVD's from Orbit, or a dozen roses for our respective sweethearts.  Ah well. Such is being a dumb kid.

A group of current Wilson kids and fellow Wilson graduates came over tonight, which was awesome. I was hoping to have some time to have some heart-to-hearts with my bff's Chelsea, Christine, Meredith, and Megs (the original crew of awesomeness, dating all the way back to '04.) But I suppose we'll have to try again with a ladies' night out to Old Europe (which I personally hate because fancy dessert is for wienies and their coffee is so fucking expensive) or the French Bar, or somewhere else where Ladies' Night seems appropriate. Because here at home we get distracted by the other people that live here, none of whom are girls.  But that's ok, too.  

Mike cooked another incredible meal, as he does, and we laughed our asses off and had a good ol' time. And Tina/Alexis/Alex finally brought over Chan the Superstar, after accusations that she was embarrassed of the family and would never bring him over.  He fit right in, and we think he should come back more often. But of course they left right after dinner too, so maybe she is really embarrassed by the family. Dang.

The eight of us, or however many it was at that point, began playing Apples to Apples, which is a great game that I personally suck at, which sort of epitomizes my sense of humor, I think:  So what if it doesn't really make sense--or maybe it makes too much sense...  For example: the word "machine gun" should win hands down, no matter what the adjective is because machine guns are amazing, and hilarious and remind me of childhood, which--if I remember correctly--was awesome. Same with Fire Storm. These words are winners. But no one else thinks so, so I never get green cards. But that's ok. I'm over it. 

And then Charlie, Matthew, and Icky showed up--a great surprise, as the former two especially tend not to hang out much, despite them being cool as hell and living right down the street.  A group this size shouldn't be playing apples to apples in a living room, so things were moved to the basement, and more basement-oriented games started taking place, like darts (half-assed) and flip-cup (short-lived, but great nonetheless.)

Good friendly conversations continued throughout the evening, and it was generally a very good night. Then everyone went home kinda early (everyone being Wilson kids, and Mike having to get up at 5 for a cyclocross race...this is what would be expected.)  So I played some more Avett Brothers, cleaned the house, then started writing this little thing.  Our recycling bin is over-flowing, which annoys me right now, but tomorrow is supposed to be warmish, so I'm excited. I love weekends because I wake up whenever the heck I want, then I have all the time I need to read the entire New York Times (unlike just select articles like how it is during the work week), and I can drink 7 cups of coffee then run for an hour and half and feel like a million bucks because I'm all jacked up on stimulants, then I can ride all afternoon until it gets dark.  I love it. Hell yeah weekends. Too bad Mike's always gone. He's my sunshine. Lexy and Lateef are my Rainbow and Flower Petal, though, respectively.  

And Phil is currently passed out on our couch, so I'm going to go put a blanket over him and get to bed myself. Maybe I'll draw some doodles of kids on BMX bikes, because that's kind of in my head right now. Then sleep.

 Cheers,

Kylie