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Monday, September 1, 2003

   Parades are not the best places to meet people
Labor Day parade today, whoo! It's not so much the parade we went for... it's the guys. There was this group of hot Spanish-looking dudes doing some kind of dance (like every other person in the parade who wasn't driving a truck, riding a horse, or making their own music).
Other than that, the venture wasn't much of a success. I walked to my friend's house for the first time, and I got lost once, but not very lost. But my feet got tired and my friend had already left for the parade without me. So I went to my other friend's house-- she happens to live just down the street from 1st Friend-- and they had already gone from there, too. So I walked down the street and through numerous parade people preparing and crowds gathering, until I finally spotted them. Except that they were standing across the street, didn't notice me, and the parade had already started, so I was stranded.
I eventually made it to them and we looked around after the parade for some guy they knew from the pool. We didn't find him, or anyone else we knew lived in the area, so we eventually went home because 2nd Friend needed to go out with her parents at a particular time. So 1st Friend came over to my house-- via walking-- and we hung out, and she just left. My feet hurt like you wouldn't believe.
Ouch.
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Ouch.
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I hate blisters. And fish roe, but mostly blisters.
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