Ok wow. I haven't posted in quite a while and those first posts I had were, well, let's just call them less than ideal.
Putting previous posts aside I have decided to venture (my word of the week..or more the word I've been stuck on this week) down a new path, nay, a new direction! I have been inspired.
I would like to have a Favorite Thing of the Day! It will be anything from a funny quote I want to share and the story that goes with it, of course, to a funny picture that I Stumbled Upon in my boredom. Or if I happen to be super creative I may upload some of my own pictures for global scrutiny! Yeah! I, for one, think this is a wonderful idea and this way I won't gunk up my friends Facebook walls and annoy them more than I already do.
On to my Favorite Thing of the Day! Hooray!!! Day 1, October 31st 2010. The fact that it's Halloween has absolutely nothing to do with this post, I actually dread it/can't-wait-for-it-to-be-over-and-get-to-the-real-holidays. Annnnnyway... moving on.
At approximately 6:30 tonight I was well into a yummy meal of a Chipotle chicken burrito (no beans) when my dear Concert Choir friends started playing a rousing game of Death Darts. Anyone not familiar with this game should know two things: 1) it's pretend and 2) you get to 'kill' your friends. College game... Go! As the game became more and more animated and my friends were dropping like flies, Josiah* was unfortunate enough to make eye contact with a killing someone. This 'Someone' shall remain anonymous because I honestly can't remember who it was. The eye contact caused Josiah to receive a dart in the neck that in turn caused his immediate death. While Joe was laying face down on the stainless steel outdoor table Allison* decided to turn mischievous. This might have been cause by the ghouls and goblins running a-muck or simply from the primal instinct to have fun. So Allison, being sneaky, took her straw and filled it half full from her Chipotle cup and proceeded to drip her ice cold water on the back of Joe's exposed neck. Josiah, being dead, could do nothing to protect himself as the icy onslaught dripped down his face.
Finally, someone had mercy on Joe's poor plight and pulled the invisible Death Dart from his neck restoring him to life and with that his ability to clean his face. Joe did just that and then sought out his revenge on Allison, killing her almost immediately and dripping water on her neck with the help of Sandi*. Allison, as the freezing water driped down her neck, thought of how she could win this battle. She started it and by-goodness she was determined to finish it!
Enter the luminous Candace. I, being a kind, gracious and stunningly beautiful onlooker of this whole ordeal saw that Allison was in obvious distress and (at the risk of involving myself in this dangerous debacle) reached across the table and pulled the dart from her neck. I'm a saint, I know, send me flowers later when I'm not telling a story.
Allison knew that she must wait for the perfect time to unveil the plan that she has so cleverly let tumble about in the back corners of her mind. At last after a few more moments her patience is rewarded...Joe had died again! A dart from across the table had pierced him not more then a few inches from his Adam's Apple. Allison diemed her carpe and like a flash just as his head hit the table in defeat/death poured the remaining contents of her cup over the back of his neck! Bravo! The table full of us full on out Chipotle burst out in cheers and laughs. Meanwhile, poor Joe was being gotten quite soggy because, remember, being dead he couldn't move. Allison, in a tender moment of compassion saw her friend's freezing anguish and pulled the dart from his then goose-fleshed neck.
Josiah then looks for the remaining napkins of our meal to mop up his soggy self. As he searched for stray icy drops I, being my usual witty and observant self, notice that quite a few napkins had disappeared down the front of his shirt. This observation appeared odd to me so with my comment and the later laughter I will wrap up my story. My response to Joe in his less-than-orderly state of affairs was as follows "Joe! Stop stuffing your shirt! You're as bad as a middle school girl!**"
That was my Favorite Thing of the Day. That quote and the story leading up to it...but mostly the fun times had with great friends. :)
I have already grown attached to this idea of mine...this Favorite Thing of the Day. I think I'll see how many days I can go. And if I miss a day maybe I'll just catch up the next. :) We shall see. BTW, I hope you had as much fun reading as I did living out and then writing about this moment.
**Upon later reflection I think I could have done better with my retort perhaps adding in prepubescent, but no one's perfect.
*names have not been changed in any way for to keep up the accuracy of my story ;)
