Remember that time the Mattress exploded?
I decided to head back to my parents house for my final weekend before classes start since I probably won’t have the opportunity anytime soon. The first night I just relaxed and saw my parents, my sister’s new place, and generally did nothing. The next day I helped throw a king sized mattress over the balcony. Okay so we didn’t actually throw it, but flinging mattresses from the second story makes a better story than we gently lowered the mattress into other helpers waiting hands. I actually like the idea of an exploding mattress, but I doubt that would’ve gone over well considering I would start laughing my ass off.
Later I got to hang out with Lacy. We went to Applebees and our waiter had Flock of Seagulls hair and he sorta looked like Bono minus the glasses. Despite his unfortunate hairstyle he was a pretty good waiter (but he accidently gave me diet pepsi, ewww).
Afterwards Lacy and I went back to hang out on my parents deck and had a few drinks. We just talked on a variety of topics, but nothing eventful happened.
The following day was when all the mattress flinging occurred. Nothing too interesting though my stomach decided to revolt against me and I felt like crap. I still feel a little crappy, but better. I’ll be heading back to GR in a couple hours.
