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Well, multiple things must be addressed here. Beginning with my failure as a friend.. yeah. I kind of suck at keeping in contact with people. Eventually, once things settle down, maybe I'll get better. Until then... I guess, no matter how much I miss you, I'm gonna be waiting for you to miss me more and get ahold of me. Sorry guys.
On to more recent things.
I've met a whole lot of James' family, all of whom are mildly crazy in the good way, and all of whom I enjoyed meeting and getting to hang out with, even if I'm still kind of shy around everybody. I've made fast friends with his three little cousins(all girls; aged 9, 6, and 4), and watched as James got more comfortable with the kids. I think I've been a good influence on him. The two of us spent what must have been an hour roughhousing with the girls in his aunt's living room, tossing a pillow around and tussling on the floor. Being used as a jungle gym, mostly.
Got to sit out around the campfire and get totally soused with him and his other cousin James, which led me to the conclusion that James and I are very much the same kind of drunk; thoroughly giggly and highly entertaining as well as easily entertained.
We left the apartment late Tuesday night, and slept the night in his parents' camper so we could leave Wednesday morning. Slept Wednesday night at a state park (I wasn't paying too much attention to where) and headed the rest of the way to the campsite for the reunion on Thursday. Somewhere in southern Oregon, anyway.
Arrived Thursday afternoon with plenty of time to set up a tent for James and myself. Stayed through Sunday noonish, the first couple days of which I spent with no mosquito bites whatsoever. Got mildly bitten Friday night, one or two nibbles, probably while I was drunk. Most of the damage was done Saturday evening and Sunday morning.
And finally, we left.. only to go spend time visiting at people's houses. Mostly.. people we'd already spent the weekend with. Not that they aren't wonderful people, of course, it's just.. I am rather done now. Camping, I could have done another day, or two, or week. But to be visiting? Staying at someone else's house, using their dishes, sharing their food.. it messes with me. I would much rather be at home, comfortably.
Oh, however.. I must cut this short. Another of the family has put Breakfast Club on the telly, and I would much rather go curl up on the couch and watch it. <3
On to more recent things.
I've met a whole lot of James' family, all of whom are mildly crazy in the good way, and all of whom I enjoyed meeting and getting to hang out with, even if I'm still kind of shy around everybody. I've made fast friends with his three little cousins(all girls; aged 9, 6, and 4), and watched as James got more comfortable with the kids. I think I've been a good influence on him. The two of us spent what must have been an hour roughhousing with the girls in his aunt's living room, tossing a pillow around and tussling on the floor. Being used as a jungle gym, mostly.
Got to sit out around the campfire and get totally soused with him and his other cousin James, which led me to the conclusion that James and I are very much the same kind of drunk; thoroughly giggly and highly entertaining as well as easily entertained.
We left the apartment late Tuesday night, and slept the night in his parents' camper so we could leave Wednesday morning. Slept Wednesday night at a state park (I wasn't paying too much attention to where) and headed the rest of the way to the campsite for the reunion on Thursday. Somewhere in southern Oregon, anyway.
Arrived Thursday afternoon with plenty of time to set up a tent for James and myself. Stayed through Sunday noonish, the first couple days of which I spent with no mosquito bites whatsoever. Got mildly bitten Friday night, one or two nibbles, probably while I was drunk. Most of the damage was done Saturday evening and Sunday morning.
And finally, we left.. only to go spend time visiting at people's houses. Mostly.. people we'd already spent the weekend with. Not that they aren't wonderful people, of course, it's just.. I am rather done now. Camping, I could have done another day, or two, or week. But to be visiting? Staying at someone else's house, using their dishes, sharing their food.. it messes with me. I would much rather be at home, comfortably.
Oh, however.. I must cut this short. Another of the family has put Breakfast Club on the telly, and I would much rather go curl up on the couch and watch it. <3
