Oh it's so good to be back in Louisville.
Uhm, quick highpoints from my 2 weeks in Mt.Sterling/Olive Hill... I rode an unbroken horse and didn't die. And hung out with highschool people. That's about it really.
In the 3 days I've been BACK?
Had a semi-lame party that was actually fun. Ran off the first bunch of people that showed, cooler people showed up, everyone apparently thought josh and I were fighting because we were calling each other names despite the fact that we TOLD them we weren't fighting. Got pretty damn drunk, called cute felicity girl bitching about people who don't know the difference between cricket and croquette.
But tonight is the best. Josh heard tell of a road called Baseball Alley. It is very nearly downtown. We decided that we need to have possession of this sign. We scoped it out during the day, it is on a pole, and quite fucking high in the air. Being the well prepared kleptomaniacs we are, we took a folding chair and my toolset. We decide to leave around 1230, to stop at McDs. Dude in a car next to us asks us what we're getting as we get out. Josh and I do a good approximation of o.O IRL, and the guy tells us he'll buy us food if we go get him a Sweet Tea because "I'm lazy, this line's too long and I don't want to go in". He gives us a 20. We go get him a tea and he tells us to keep the change. FREE MCDONALDS!
So we eat our (surprisingly delicious) chicken sammichs from McDs and set forth on our quest. We drive down to baseball alley, but there are people. and we see cameras on the building next to baseball alley. After driving around a while we park in a lot across the street, and sit on a really fucking tall ledge, smoking, waiting for everyone to GTFO so we can get this sign. After about half an hour, everyone is gone. I drive up to the sign, josh pulls out the chair... and we've vastly underestimated the height. We plan to go back with a pickup and a ladder as soon as we find a friend with a pickup.
This makes us sad, as we wanted a sign. We decide to drive around Okalona and find a substitute sign. We find many that we want, Gayeway, famous, vagabond, bourbon. But all of them ARE REALLY GODDAMN IMPOSSIBLE TO GET. Which makes us VERY sad. Josh sees a road called Trio and FLIPS. Decides to takes a BASEBALL BAT to the sign. A METAL bat. We didn't get the sign, but I suspect we woke up the entire goddamn neighborhood.
We didn't get any signs.
In other news, we have two new flamingos. They're called Larry and Bruce.
And I'm off now, because I have an interview for the Honors Overseers Program tomorrow.
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