| I hung out with Jon on Friday. Went to his house around four thirty, then left for Chipotle, but first, Mrs. Hilty called me "the perfect child." :) Ate burritos and talked about how there should be a Chipotle soundtrack, and then explored Wal Mart. Looked at toys and electronics, and then I introduced him to Sam and Jake, while getting free, minty ice cream as well. We went back to his house for an hour or so, then left for Kent to go ice skating. But first, his dad informed us to watch out for the deer, because they are hard to see, hungry, and horny. Thanks. We followed the directions that Kent's website gave us, which was an epic mistake, since it took us to the turnpike, which took us to Trumbull county. So we were going in the wrong direction for about an hour, then we turned around and went to Kent the way that we know how to get to Kent. Haha. It took us forever to find the ice arena, and when we happened to pull into a random parking lot to get out and read a map, it just happened to be the parking lot that we needed to be in. We only skated for an hour, because public skating ended at ten thirty, but neither of us fell the entire time, so, win. However, we failed at skating while holding hands, and I had one of the most intense almost-falls ever. Some very nice boys let us go in line before them to wipe our blades on the wall towel, and we happily left with Vitamin Water. Getting lost was more fun than the actual skating, in my opinion, because there was much Weird Al involved. Boredom at Dairy Queen = playing with fire. |
