Love, is a marathon. That's why you get so tired so fast of everyone. Slow down and face yourself. Cause when it's good, it's is a long, open road. You're exhausted, always comming down, trying to come up for air, trying to act like you just don't care. Love is a marathon...

Saturday, September 16, 2006

Still In the Light.

The BBQ Aftermath.

The Kitchen...




The Hosts...the morning after...
Note: Nick had an advantage in which he had already showered at this point and I had just woken up.




You're probably thinking the aftermath could be much worse--but think of it this way: the majority of people resided in the basement the entire night--they drank there, ate there, played games there and eventually passed out there. If the kitchen looked like that and no one was really upstairs then you can only begin to imagine what the basement looked like...

After cleaning (afterall, the parents arrive for their first visit today), Nick found a surprise in his garbage can and as a result the two of us proceeded (logically of course) to set his garbage can on fire in the backyard. With garbage can, matches and pitcher of water in hand, the two of us proceeded out to the yard to start a fire and take pictures!







Alas, I sit here, in my sweats waiting for the arrival of my parents. Once they get here, I'll visit a little bit before I head over to West Ed to meet up with some friends visiting from Calgary!

Keep on Smiling.

Counting the days till I see your smile again...

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