Tip of the Iceburg

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turn your pretty head and walk away...

spent the evening being generally gluttonous. good food, good desert and really good company. my kind of night.

after a vaguely annoying day at work, both of them were just weird, i hopped a ride with Ira, James, and Nino to the park. ended up meeting up with B and Aj at paragon. we all cruised in together, but Ira and Nino had seats in the super-spiff club level... aj, bri and i were left to freeze in the bleachers. *shrug* s'okay. more cold, i mean fun, out where we were. we fooded - i had a sheboygan (like ya do), b got a hamburger, and aj got a pork sammich. watched a few more innings. (giants closed the gap in the 5th, but lost it again in the 7th) went back down for fry-bread (cinnamon and sugar). ended up leaving the park during the 8th inning. meandered back home.

for some reason i'm really tired right now. maybe i'll head bedward soon.


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