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0bsessions:
Patrick, you're just as well. I would never sleep with someone who routinely ate at McDonald's.
Dear Blog Thread,
Loooooong weekend. Rachel and I went camping this weekend. It was a fun time, but we somehow spent an inordinate amount of money. We went up Friday evening after work (The place was about 40 miles outside of Boston) and it started to rain about ten minutes out of the city. Inexplicably, we drove in one side of the storm and straight out the other and it never touched the campground. Clear skies, all weekend.
Our site was gorgeous. The sites were all well set off from each other in the section we went after (You really couldn't see anyone else around us and we were so far back that we got very few people coming by). The site was a good size and everything. We got the tents set up and went off out of the grounds to find some place to buy food for the weekend. Rachel purchased a large amount of snack food we never even touched. We spent most of the weekend surviving off of burgers, hot dogs marshmallows and some chicken.
We went hiking Saturday morning. We found a nice brook with a rickety ass bridge that was sketchy as hell to cross carrying my camera. We turned sappy and carved our initials into a tree. Then we did private things on a big rock we found. Eventually, we went back to the site and my dad dropped by for a bit. After he left, we walked down to the beach, at which point Rachel failed to convince me to actually swim. After returning, we went to get a little more food for the evening and then we made dinner and started a fire. Eventually, we got sleepy and went to the tent to smoke a bit. We got goofy and decided we wanted to call Eed and tell her we were having more fun than they were, but her number was on Rachel's phone which was not in the tent with us, so we tried calling Shane from mine to ask him her number. He didn't pick up.
We got up Sunday morning and packed pretty efficiently. Unfortunately, the cooler's plug had gotten knocked open and it soaked my baseball glove. We got back to my place around 11:30 and each got in a shower and then we went to see the Incredible Hulk and eventually came home.
All in all, a good weekend.
Stryc9Fuego:
Dear blog thread,
I just heard my dad had a heart attack. I'm gonna go see him now.
onewheelwizzard:
We had the most fucking kickass dance party at my house Saturday night. Basically what happened was this ... a couple weeks ago, the guy in our house who manages the social events, books the bands, etc. ran into a DJ from Baltimore who played our house last April, Dave Nada. Dave Nada is in a project with another Baltimore DJ, Matt Nordstrom (it's called Nadastrom), and they were both in Philly on Saturday night, but playing different clubs. They asked us if they could have their afterparty at our house so they could spin together. So we got in touch with a guy who has a really really really ridiculous sound system for rent, and he basically said "I don't need a flat fee, you can just collect donations at the party and I'll take that." So we basically got a massive fucking all-night rave in my basement without having to pay a cent ... the DJs spun for free and the sound/lighting guy relied upon the partygoers' generosity.
Apparently my house has graduated to a level of cool at which people come to our house to throw their party just because they like us that much.
The DJs were on point, too. Check out their stuff on MySpace. Dave Nada is scary good, especially when there are six 18'' subwoofers in the room.
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Oh shit Fuego, I hope your dad's OK.
Stryc9Fuego:
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In case anyone's interested, I went to see him. First and foremost, I hate doctors. they're arguing over what he had was a heart attack or not, but at least he's stable. What is known is that he had chest pain, and his blood pressure spiked.
Friggin' 4 hours and all they can tell me is his blood pressure's high?
At least he's being looked after. Nothing I can do at this time. Now I just need to take my mind off of it. Otherwise, I'm gonna snap like a dry twig.
UPDATE:
No sooner do I try to forget than I get new info. Apparently, when my dad's PCP changed his blood pressure medication, he didn't give him an acceptable water pill. He had a lot of fluid built up inside of him, and he had a mild heart attack caused by congestive heart failure. They gave him a bunch of lasiks (sp?) and he's been racing like a Russian piss-horse.
They're gonna keep him for observation and do some further tests (medical term for "run up a bill"). Mainly, they're concerned that the heart attack did damage to his heart.
I'm done posting my emo personal family shit now. Now back to our regularly scheduled insanity.
loam:
Holy crap that's terrible. So essentially a doctor's incompetence nearly killed your father. I really really hope he recovers fully.
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