Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken.

Well, yesterday was fantastic.

"What are you doing?"
"Workingggg."
"At Jungle Rapids?"
"JaaaaJaaaaJa."

Next thing I know, I'm walking to take some pizza pans back to Big Splash, and I see Ashley Wynn. It was probably the highlight of my work day. I walked her around and pretended to be doing my job.

A few hours later, Macey informs me that she's in town at her granny's.

"What time do you get off work, hoe?"
"Like, just now, but I'm about to play some Mario."
"Hurry up, bitch. I'm lonely."

She bought me some coffee and we sat outside Port City Java for a good two hours talking about weed, tripping, hookah, and some other less important things. The meter-fairy who sat behind sometimes seemed interested, so I tried speaking in codes.

"Yeah, dude. I really wanna try "the opposite of base."
She's quite for a moment.
"Ya know, like a 7 on pH scale?"
"Ehhhhss...."
"ACID!"
"Ohhhhhhhh, I was trying to spell base backwards."
*FACEPALM*

After that, we went to her granny's porch where I sat in the rocking chair, and she sat Indian style on the ground.

"Now listen here, grandchild..." I started. I proceeded to tell her about how I ruled the universe, Lincoln was from Mars, and George Washington Carver invented the peanut and was our first president.

I love being insane and hyper with her. I love her. I will always carve her pumpkin and birth her tacos.

Later that night, I picked up Chris. We had original intentions of going to a wine party. Instead, we decided it would be awkward since we didn't really know anyone. Then, we decided to go to quesadillas at The Gypsy, maybe smoke some hookah and try to score some booze.
When we got there, it looked empty so we tried to find a short cut home. An hour later, we're downtown at Domino's. At midnight we were sitting on the ground waiting for a medium pepperoni pizza.
In the midst of all that, we had some awesome conversations. I was pretty glad we ended up walking and talking as opposed to drinking.

However, I would truly love a Sparks sometime soon.
Rum would be better.
Gin would be amazing.
Fucking Tequila would be the shit.

Luckily, I convinced my mom to have a drinking night with me before I leave.