No Rules No Trust

Saturday night I left to meet Rachel and Lyle at their house (they live in the same building) to watch a bit of weeds and potentially go pool hopping in Kyle's neighborhood once he got off work. We lurked the net, talked a bunch of shit, almost made Lyle vomit by talking about stepping on nails (Sorry Lylely Face).



Then we got ice cream at queen soopers and drove to Kyles to meet him when he got off work. We actually beat him there so we hung out in the hall, Rachel and I getting down on the tasty treats.



Then we went to JR's, the gay bar, where Kyle told me I had to pretend to be his girlfriend. He didn't really get bothered so my services were useless.



We went to Tom's diner afterwards and hung out and got food and were ridiculous, per usual.

Sunday morning John called me to remind me that we had plans (ughh) to grab breakfast and go to the mountains to help him de-anxietize about moving. We ate at this joint called Poppie's in the Wellshire neighborhood that was fantastic. Good coffee, fantastic french toast, and flawless bacon. JH got some enormous breakfast burrito, and was obnoxious (as usual). In a drunken stupor the night before he'd shaved off the bottom part of his facial hair but left his mustache and left his 5 o'clock shadow so he looked like a total boner.



Seeing it was going to rain we bailed on the plans to go to the mountains and he called some people who were bbqing. He let me drive his incredibly nice Honda Ridgeline all day! We picked up Cian (also a high school friend) and started heading towards Ali's house. It started hailing and the hail was easily quarter sized. Idiot John rolls down the window and starts to put his head out to catch one in his mouth (yeah) and one lands right on his dick, and he decided that game sucked and rolled the window back up. Then John goes: "I wonder if we're going to have any tornados with this weather?" and as Cian's looking out the window out east he sees funnel clouds...



These idiot boys wanted me to drive TOWARDS it as Ali and Co were supposedly over there. I said fuck no, and as I was in charge of the vehicle headed west. Nope nope nope. Not playing that game.

We did stop at the Cherry Creek Dam.



As the weather cleared up we made it to another park and barbecued and drank a bunch of beer. Then we just hung out and shot the shit about the good old days, and after a couple hours bailed and they bought me Cherry Cricket for being awesome and driving their silly drunk asses around all day.

Tonight was Cruel Hand, tomorrow is Broadway Calls.

Summer has no rules.