Last weekend was a blast. Lucien and I went to his friend’s farm with another friend. We just hung around the farm and made a big bonfire while we talked. Our friend, S, enjoyed himself immensely so we decided to come back the next day with his kids in tow.
It’s funny how a few beers can really loosen your tongue. I didn’t drink, of course (I don’t really like beer), but Lucien and S did. Lucien was trashed. This was the first time I really saw him get really drunk that he slurred his words and he stumbled in his step. It was actually funny, really. :P (The next day he wasn’t really happy about getting drunk so he didn’t drink again the next trip out to the farm.)
I also wonder how people don’t really express their true feelings about things in general. Why do you have to keep things to yourself? Pride? Ego? Bah! It’s nothing to me. I’d rather be honest and true to you and tell you right out what I feel about you. Oh well, to each his/her own, I guess.
Anyways, we went again the next day with S’s kids and did some skeet shooting. Of course, we still had a blast, and I’m happy to say that the kids did, too. We also took Lani and Lady out with us, but we learned our lesson not to feed them before the trip because Lady got really sick. Poor girl. She’s still not used to long trips that much.
I Have Cramps 