Flying... into things
If you read the last entry, I was just saying how completely burned out I was and how much I was dreading going to divisionals until the late hours of the night to cast my vote and turn in my proxies.
Well, I got there. Nothing left to do but pick up the scoring box and reels out of the trunk and go inside. Maybe I'll call home and see how Sara's doing first.
Sara was dizzy but fine. I hang up and the phone immediately rings. Its Cameron. Damn. They must be inside wondering why I didn't come strait over after class. Class ended at 4 and it was 5, but I had to go to the office and get the proxies. Here's how the conversation went.
Cameron: Where are you?
Woody: I'm in the parking lot.
Cameron: It's over.
Woody: You are finished fencing?
Cameron: No, its all over. The meeting and everything.
Woody: PAUSE...... [EXPLECTIVE DELETED]
Cameron: What?
Well, lets just say that the next few sentences were made up entirely of four letter words.
Done? Oh yeah, totally [EXPLECTIVE DELETED] done. Poof. I'm going home. I'm going to bed. Don't expect to see me before next weekend.
I get out of the car and carry the box and reels inside. I honestly felt lower than a dinner sized snake. No question. And suddenly there I was surrounded by friends again. Ash, extenguish, fly again.
My day ended in good company at a Mongolian Barbecue place. Its been a good day.
Now to rest, foil is Monday ya know.
*sniff* *sniff* Does anyone else smell smoke?
