Little Children and Hot Chocolate

Not that the two topics discussed in the title are linked at all.... but I figured it was time to update all my unfaithful readers on the happenings of my life. Last Thursday, the 315th day of God's year 2010, I had the pleasure of introducing one of the last remaining Navajo Code Talkers in the world. After stumbling through my introduction and a close brush with disaster, I walked over and shook that man's hand. Twice. Then I had the very unique experience of having the veteran I introduced bash the State of the Union and our president. A certainly memorable day. The rest of the marvelous assembly passed without incident. Using my sweet connections I got Navajo Tacos, cake, and a most deliciously wrapped mint. The mint was decent too. 

             Friday came and the most exciting part of my classes was that I dominated a friend in Flying Slime Volleyball during Accounting. I very much suggest this game. After school I headed into work at Kneaders, it was average besides the fact we were to have a mandatory training meeting Saturday night (that's the 317th day of the year XD ) at 10 Post Meridian. What joy.

            Saturday dawned with me in the shower getting ready for my exciting day ahead. I was invited to Man of Fire's birthday party which was set to being a 11 Ante-Meridian. I managed to delay showing up until 10:52 Ante-Meridian. Duff has trained me too well. Shrimpy showed up precisely as eleven bell tolls rang throughout the land. We then sat and spoke of mundane things for another half hour for other guests to show up, then continued to spend half an hour watching blue shiny dolphins chase each other around in circles. At this point all conversation stopped. We overcame our love for the shiny and went out and bowled for 4500 seconds, returned the the Man of Fire's home where we played Pirate Dice and ate pizza. After that we went to Timpview, played Ultimate and zombie games we made up. It was much fun. After that we crashed at a Russian Man's house and were entertained by glowsticks and a rubber chicken. Not much happened after that. Except that I went into work.  Everyone was trained on how to use a fancy hot chocolate/ frappe/ cappuccino machine. Even those who hardly see the light of day, those who are shoved into the back depths of Kneaders. I then proceeded to indulge on the pizza, hot chocolate, and delicious delicacies that were all free.

    When Sunday dawned, I was asleep. I slept until 20 minutes before I had to be at the church to fulfill my priestly duties. I went through my ablutions, dressed, then gave and attended services. After church I landed on my bed and was unconscious for the next four hours. I got up, ate some tots, then went back to sleep. 

    Now on Monday I had the pleasure of being kidnapped to Gandy's for lunch. The Crew was delicious as always, made all the more delicious of not having to be the one buying the round of food. When I returned home, I found out that I will be dancing next Monday, the 326th day of the year, for little children.  

That's my eventful life updated in a long post most people won't bother to read =D