Trips

Last Wednesday was pretty good, because Wednesdays are the best days of course. Sandy came over to mine in the evening and we tried coming up with plans for the night. We though Saschas might be a good idea If it was only Sandy, Sascha, Jordan and I. But we couldn't go there, instead Sascha met up with us down at the box. Now that the place is no longer a school they had some of the classrooms on trucks ready to be transported somewhere else. The place looked way different and more open, was cool.

Walked down to Stream and sat down somewhere and played the saxophone. Then we walked to New World so I could redeem my free Moro bar. It was delicious, but I was too paranoid to check for another winning one, didn't want to stare at the bars for ages. We then went back to the school and chilled for awhile. I think we went to McDonalds at this point, but I may be wrong. Sascha bought a wrap thing though and munched on that. We left there and headed up to Ellies so that Sascha could obtain some Saxophone ammo. Landed ourselves in Dunns Park and played the Saxophone a little, went back to Stream, got bored and decided to go over to the Church. But there were people there so after witnessing an epic train crossing our path we decided to go to the river.

It had been dark this whole time by the way, and crossing my school field in the dark is pretty fun. There was really low fog and everything looked creep, the smoke coming out of the chimneys was perfectly straight. There was no wind at all and the air was cold. We got to the fence and discovered it was bent over, so we walked over it and then got to out first obstacle, the bridge. It wasn't too hard getting over, only a bit sketchy cause' it was dark. Once we got over the bridge we then had to cross the paddock. The paddock was full of shit and we were dodging it to our best extent, I finally started using my cellphone light and we were a bit safer. There were many bogs and slicks on the way that we either narrowly avoided or almost slipped over in.

Once we made it to the river we were shocked to discover that they had changed the orientation of the rocks on our side. Who the fuck changes rock orientations? There used to be no sand here. But now there was. There was a fucking beach. A miniature one. We found ourselves a nice log to sit on and played the saxophone again for awhile. The lights from the driving range was lighting up all the fog around the hills and above the river, it was coming towards us and looked really amusing. We did some wondering about how random it would be if someone was out walking their dog at this time along the river bank. (It was like 10pm) Then we wondered what they would think about us, being out on the river rocks at this time. But then, they wouldn't think that, because why the fuck were they out at such a weird time and in such a weird place too? We then left log.

Walked down the river trail and got to the Silverstream bridge. Then we made our way down beside the railway tracks and met the mysterious black and white mustached man peering out the window from his very thin house. He didn't seem very inviting so I left him to look at what he pleased. Kept walking around randomly until we ended up back in Dunns Park. PLayed the Saxophone for the last time and we then left Sascha to depart to his home while Sandy and I headed back to mine. After we had arrived, I prepared munchies and we then watched 300. Epic when, er, under the influence.

Woke up the next day feeling great.