The first few days are a blur. I spent most of my time with Noise*, watching Netflix. (I finished all three seasons of Arrested Development in just a few days)
The Techie was gone all weekend to work The Wild West Fest. He is called "The Techie" for a reason. The one good thing about this festival is that they bring in a carnival across the street. We walked around a little to look through the rides but they didn't have anything resembling The Paratrooper (aka "the parachutes") so I wasn't interested. I guess I only went to it for nostalgic purposes.
The days that followed were filled with fireworks and friends. After we went to city show
The Techie bought some fireworks of his own and had a show outside the house.
We took a lot of drives in the evening to enjoy the Kansas scenery before I leave for Jersey. On one particular day, The Techie stopped on the side of the highway. I've been with him for a year and a half now. I know that when we stop on the side of the road it's because some animal needs saving. I have witnessed him and his mother pick up wild turkeys after they had been hit by a car, just so they wouldn't be hit again. I've helped him put a slimy, smelly dog in the car in the middle of 2 ft snow and wait with him at the police station. He slows down every time there are cats, raccoons, birds, cows etc. If not to save them, at least to look at them and tell me what breed they are. This time was no exception.
It was a giant snapping turtle. It had already been hit but seemed to be alive.
The Techie refused to pick it up off the highway to place it in the grass. "I need a long stick." I kept thinking, "Ok dude. It's a TURTLE. Turtles are slow, right? And this one is bleeding. I'm sure its not going to attack you." But he wasn't stupid. He had experienced one before and after I gave him whatever long thing I could find in the car, he gave it a tiny tap.
That thing jumped way higher than I ever expected. He seemed super pissed that this human being was prodding him as if it was some kind of Jr. high school bully. But he was trying to save him from being hit by another car. I decided that the turtle must have been suicidal. He didn't want to live in the grass. He had to be trying to get hit. Who can blame him? His shell was all screwed up and didn't have any family in sight to take care of him. The Techie said animals don't have that kind of reasoning capability but I'm not convinced. Eventually, the turtle retreated to the grassy side of the highway and I watched as he moved quite quickly. I'll never underestimate turtles again.
Heres another interesting animal picture from our drive.
Oooh Kansas. I'll miss the nature and wildlife.
I also spent time with a few Hays friends while I was there. Homeslice** just recently got an apartment to himself. I went over to his place to practice playing blackjack and poker. On the way out, I noticed a big group of girls arguing over who was driving to the bars. Luckily, one of them was sober (enough) to tell her friends loud enough for me to hear, "No, you are not driving." I really hate when people drive drunk or even tipsy. I don't care how good you think you drive while intoxicated. You will never convince me that its OK or a good idea. You are not only putting yourself in danger, but everyone else who is driving near you and they have no idea you are not in the right state of mind. So I offered to take them wherever they wanted to go. They continuously told me how cool I was for driving them. I'm "seriously so awesome" for doing it. Thank you, car full of drunk girls. I felt seriously not awesome for being sober but now you have made me feel much better for choosing not to drink that night.
Mascot also came into town so The Techie and I went to Homeslice's apartment to play more card games. We also went to The Home and I received my first 21 bracelet there. Success. It felt awesome after spending hundreds of dollars on cover charges to finally get in for free. Only to be completely overcharged for one rum and coke. I had the right idea before that its just cheaper to get shwasted before you go to the bars. Mental note for later.
Then finally, we went to SW Kansas to visit Nard in his new apartment. We stopped once on the way to save the stupid dog standing in the middle of the highway. There was only one house nearby so we took it there and thankfully, it did belong to them. (You're welcome for saving your dog by the way, but just some advice: If you live on a highway, put a damn collar on your pets) At this point, my camera died. But if it hadn't, I would have posted pictures of The Techie, Nard, Nard's GF and me walking around Nard's small town in 100 degree heat (my stupid idea), playing awesome Kinect video games, and laughing super hard at the movie Beowolf with rifftracks. Nard was still the same silly person who teased me for not knowing what to do while being Captain America on the Xbox360. I find comfort in the familiar.
Now I am back in Manhappenin'. This house just saw a lot of action this past weekend because of BoyCrazy's roommate getting married. (Congratulations!) The house will be very less exciting this weekend because BoyCrazy and I are going to Vegas! That's right. I have scrounged up just enough money from my family and selling my possessions to visit Las Vegas for MommaJ's 21st birthday. The next couple days will be spent preparing but I will try to write while I'm there. That city is synonymous with "crazy vacation" so I'm looking forward to what it will bring.
Song of the day: Vegas by Sara Bareilles
*For those of you who don't know: Noise is a cat, not a pseudonym.
**To Homeslice: The Techie named you after your favorite pizza treat. :)
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