Now that that's out of the way, I can continue on with news of my day. I traveled to Emily's house today to eat Twister and play pizza!! We played Renaissance pizza from DaVinci's, which was really good and reminiscent of eating a burger due to the dripping juices down my arm and into my pockets. Then we ate Twister and ended up in my positions, some of them being quite consistent with all the players at the moment of Twistering. The craziest it got was when I had to reach under Gail for a blue spot about four feet away from me. I ended up losing in the next round anyway. My big stretch was in vain. That game is the fun. Yes, the fun. I was pretty tired after I came back from Emily's and took a half hour nap.
It's times like these that I feel the best. And times like yesterday, when my mouth hurt from smiling so much. It was a foreign feeling. You'd think that, by foreign I mean "unknown," but I really do mean "not of this country." A snake does move like the wheels of a tank. I really do enjoy random get-togethers. We should have them more often. Of course, I don't mean more often than two days in a row, but just in general. Ooh boy, downing dinner was a tough ordeal. I played six slices of that Renaissance pizza. Whole tomatoes... too good!! That was perhaps my most fulfilling pizza-playing experience I've ever ... experienced.
From JENNY!
From GAIL!
From KHARA! [which obviously says HYTYD ABHGO PIDON PRAR!!]
Say, Emily, you must send the pictographs of our Twister fest. I could post them here, with your permission, of course.