poser rock bands.

continuation.

after jessie's many failed attempts to awaken me, i arose from my deep slumber to the sounds of meg and jessie happily chatting as if it were midday. punks.

it was 8am. four and a half hours of sleep and a long day to go.

10k time. we got dressed. then we got re-dressed because we remembered how cold it was. our final get ups were spandex, sweatpants, sports bra, long sleeve tshirt, sweatshirt and a shirt graciously donated by george that had cow spots and said 'the herd' on it. we were running for his leukemia surivor friend named ferd. so we were the herd for ferd.

i made the mistake of bringing keds to run in. well actually it wasnt a mistake per se because i have not owned an actual pair of tennis shoes since i played sports and lord knows that day has come and gone. i was given a pair of green nike shox. they now belong to me. and i love them.

got numbers. got smoothies. got raybans. got in the car.

george gave us the DL on the way there. apparently 37,000 people run this thing. impressed. we were in the UC wave. that wasnt good enough for us, so we promoted ourselves to the UA wave. muuuuch better. there we met a man in a wedding dress. photo opp. we also saw audra and met her momma.

the run began. or shall i say, the walk began. for we were in no hurry. our first mile went slowly. we meandered along broad street, taking it all in. when we arrived at the first mile marker and discovered how long that took us and did some calculations on how much we had left, we discovered that at this rate we would not finish until well after 1pm. not acceptable considereing how michael's party began at noon. oops. speed increased to a fast gander.

george is tall. therefore, his steps are large. quite the trick keeping up with him. we established a system. see the mile marker in the distance. run to it. simple enough. we gave ourselves 17 minutes per mile. perfect pace if you ask me. it also makes you look really spiffy when you sprint past the people. even though they pass you again later, still, momentary high.

there were multiple bands set up along the way. some we liked. the christian ones especially. we made a point to sing along with them. the poser rock bands? not so much. honestly. you cannot be a legit rock star if your gig is playing on monument avenue at 9oclock in the morning. you just cant.

because of our shirts, lots of people mooed at us. sometimes it sounded like they were booing us. which was disheartening. but we gave them the benefit of the doubt and just assumed they were mooing.

we had a simply marvelous time run/walking the 10k. believe it or not, sometimes it does feel good to exercise and actually do something athletic. crazy right?!

we finished the run in what i assume was record time. nobody has contacted us yet but im fairly certain that even the most experienced of runners could not have beat our perfect balance of walking and sprinting.

there was a tree in the park that was ideal for sitting in. the trouble was getting in the tree. jessie is a natural born gymnast and so she was able to boost herself up. meg and myself, however, were not born with such natural skill. after a few minutes of looking quite foolish, we had almost given up hope.

til little asian man showed up. he said one word only. 'here'. he cupped his hands and boosted meg and myself into the tree. we never saw him again. he just disappeared. mysterious. but oh so helpful.

returned to the jennisons to find keeumm chatting it up with cal. fast friends i tellz ya.

we did not have gifts for michael. this served as a problem, because we were already going to be late and didnt want to stop to buy him one and be even later. so homemade cards it was. meg pretended she had made it on his actual birthday and "fixed it" to apply to today. i tried to quote dwight schrute and go the office route, but ended up using the wrong quote. and jessie... well. lets just say jessie gets the award for best effort / worst outcome.

warmly greeted by everybody at michaels. this consisted of eric (evans & pastore), carrington, mackenzie, annie and the birthday boy himself. party was in the basement. you know its a thibodeau party if there is random junk food. there was random junk food. chicken in a biskit, oatmeal cookies, honey barbeque fritos, some outlandish kind of mountain dew, and oreos. aka lunch.

eric and i played chess. warmed my heart. we almost lost the f***ing rook. dont worry though, we located the f***ing rook. also, he forfeited to me.

there was a humorous picture of ali in the basement. but oh my goodness she is so gorgeous now.

of course we had to visit the neighborhood playground. michael and mack drove. carrington and i made the mistake of riding with michael. apparently michael with a stick shift and an open road is bad news. to say my life flashed before my eyes would be an understatement.

there were three hoodlums on the playground. naturally eric befriended them. their names were heather, cami and camden. we know them as boner, kerpatrick and rolaid. rolaid is chubby. boner and kerpatrick both wore sex bracelets. according to these 10year olds, if a bracelet breaks you have to do whatever the color of it symbolizes. i tell ya, kids these days have lost all of their innocence. boner slapped eric, i think she was grossed out because she thought eric and i were siblings and he was sexually harrassing me. then again, its not something she should be unfamiliar with. im sorry, just threw up a little.

t'arah joined us on the playground. after an hour or so of quality playground time including michael and pastore stealing eric's bowling shoes, it was decided that we should return to tibbz' house. when jumping the fence to get out of the playground, t'arah's skirt ripped. and im not talking a little bit either.

i was wise and rode back with mackenzie.

michaels bed was the next location of the party. it never fails to astound me how many people can lay on top of each other on a bed and not have anyone be crushed. miraculous, thats what that is.

there is much more i have to tell of this weekend, and of today, for some awfully entertaining things did end up happening today after all. but i shall resume again tomorrow for part three.