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So it happened to me again on the drive to work today: I was on the freeway, merrily speeding along (or at least keeping pace with traffic, which is all one can really do), when I suddenly jumped, because I had no idea where I was, what I was doing, or where I was going. It took me a few seconds to remember that I was on my way to work, in Des Moines, and that I was not utterly lost, but rather right on track. Freaky when that happens. Good for an adrenaline rush, though.

I hope everyone had a good day of independence? Yes? Yes? Mine turned out quite a bit better than I expected, what for having no plans and all. The festivities really started on the evening of the 3rd. Dana was in Des Moines with Rhonda waiting for Steph to arrive home via aero-plane from Mexico (her plane was nastily delayed in Chicago), so I went out to the bar with Kate, Yusuf, Scott, Krystal, and Molly. There might have been someone else there at some point, but they’re not bothering to make themselves known in my memory, so not much I can do on that one. We started out at a small bar located at 212 Main named (and aptly so!) 212 Main. We had a pitcher or two of beer (I think two) before we got a touch bored and headed across the street to the Corner Pocket to play some pool. Kate, Yusuf, and I played for several hours, until we were sufficiently tuckered and decided to head home. Dana got back shortly after I arrived at my place of residence.

We woke up the next morning at tensomething o’clock, which was the perfect time for to go into the living room (having first put on pants this time), pull back the curtains (I’ve them hanged now!), open the window, and watch the parade pass beneath our feet. After the parade had finished (parading?), we headed to King Buffet to celebrate our victory over our British oppressors by oppressing our stomachs with nummy foreign fare. Then, Dana had to head back to Ankeny to ensure the cats weren’t left out of the whole eating part of the festivities, so I headed up to my roof to tan for an hour and a half or so. I say or so because I fell asleep and don’t really remember how long I was out there. I didn’t burn, though, so I suppose I wasn’t out there for, like, infinity, or anything. Also, I am writing this post, which equally helps negate the infinity theory.

After Dana returned from her cat-related adventures, we headed to the park to an English-grad-student-type barbeque. Seems I still qualify in some manner of speaking. I met several creative writers in the department I hadn’t met previously, most of whom were married, but after long and arduous deliberation I’ve decided not to hold that against them forever, but instead only for a bit longer. We ate (again), played Frisbee, drank a beer or four, and played sand volleyball for long enough that my feet are still a little raw. It was, in my estimation, a killer time. After we were volleyed out, a few of us headed to my place to watch fireworks from the roof, which would have been cooler had there been no streetlights in the parking lot. Ah, the best laid plans of mice…

So to recap: Yusuf doesn’t drink but he’s still fun to hang out with, there was only one clown in the parade despite what others might claim, King Buffet wasn’t that busy for all that it was a holiday, I like volleyball, Sara and Jenny are cool for all that they’re married, I do not own a gun what for shooting streetlights (but if I did…), and I haven’t been grocery shopping in over a month. Does that clarify?