Work-aholic

So I've been working almost every night at cold stone creamery the past week or two, and I've put on 497.62 pounds of weight over this time. But it's ok. I started swimming and After I initially jumped in and displaced the entire pool I worked off all the weight from the icecream that i'd put on.

But on my day off from cold stone I worked with Laurence Craig (the caterer), so it wasn't even much of a day off. Except I actually got July 4th to myself. And that was fun.

John Shadrick came out from the city with his parents and we watched Evil Dead 2 before going to Miles' house where we met Miles, Philippe, and Mike. There was mild drinky-drinky-ing there on my and John's behalf (1 beer each) followed by me, John and Mike going to watch the fireworks display. The best one (or at least our favorite one) was when the firework went up and stopped going up and didnt explode and started to fall and still didnt explode and hit the groud and KABOOM and it was one of the one's that has the enormous radius with bright lights. But nobody was injured (or at least, if someone was, they didnt let on with sirens). So anyway, the three of us got back, and Miles and Philippe had been drinking the entire time. Philippe was... flagrantly blasted. We decided to walk to Mike's house.

We were walking below flood's hill, right next to the creek. Philippe picked up a wooden stick thingy with one of the "emergency no parking" signes and started waving it around like he was fencing. Miles picked up another one and started sword fighting back. Then Mike picked up one and they had a three way duel. Then a cop pulled up. They all dropped the posts and walked away non-chalantly. The cop rolled down his window and said "now you're littering too. What're you doing with my signs?" So they had to pick up the signs and put them in a pile and the got off pretty easily. We rounded the corner onto mead street and there was a single post lying on the ground. Miles picked it up, but this time just started walking with it. We got half a block (tothe underpass where the road dips under the railroad tracks) and a cop pulls up next to me and said "what are you doing?" to which I responded "what's wrong, sir?" because that's just what you do in that situation. The cop said "I'm talking to the kid with the stick, so I said "Miles, he wants you". Miles makes to hand him the pole through the window (after walking up to the car) and the cop says "stop being cute, kid. How old are you?" "19" "then why are you acting like you're 12? Should I treat you like a kid? Give me the post" so miles hands it to the guy and the guy drives off. In the meantime 4 cars had to stop and wait behind the cop. The second one back had 5 people in it, one of whom was a latino girl who rolled down her window and shouted out at us "Bad ass white boys" and then the car pealed off. So we all laughed. We got to mike's street and there were more posts. So miles and philippe took one each, and this time we got away with it. Or should I say 'they'. Because I wasn't involved at all. I just thought it was hilarious.

And we ran into Zoe Katz (spelling?) who thought it was hilarious that miles and philippe were both drunk. Zoe said hi to philippe, and then philippe ran off. 10 steps after leaving zoe, Mike made a reference to having just talked to her and philippe burst out "THAT was zoe!?!?!?" and then laughed. Then again, several hours later it came up and philippe shouted out "we saw Zoe!?!?" and more laughter ensued. And again yesterday (monday, july 5) it was brought up and philippe promptly said "we saw zoe yesterday!?" but this time he didn't laugh. Silly boy.

Anyway, I start working at a law firm on wednesday. I'm pretty nervous. Wednesday is tomorrow. Gasp.