It's the last day of the month. (Part One)
I think. I mean, it's not a leap-year, right?
So today I was hoping to write an interesting post, as opposed to one of my usual, b*llsh*t "here is what i did today duuuuuuuur" posts.
I was just starting on it, though, and Jack arrived for our 'night out'. I had to leave this entry behind. Here's what happened.
First we drove to Dave's house to pick him up. I hadn't seen Dave in six months, so I was looking forward to it. Usually we give him a ring on his mobile once we're near his house, but my phone was out of credit, so I went right up to the door and knocked.
I hate knocking on people's doors.
Dave screamed as if I was a murder and opened the door, revealing an entire family gathered in the hallway to look at me. Suddenly I was fielding questions from boht of Dave's parents, whilst also defending myself from his older brother attaching himself to my hat.
Dave managed to escape the maelstrom and headed towards Jack's car, with me still trapped at the doorway. I made some comment about 'returning him in safe condition' and extricated myself from the situation.
Back in the car, we were suddenly confronted with the decision of what to do. We hadn't made any plans other than a vague 'let's go to Poole'. We decided to head to the beach first, and work from there.
Jack parked in a disabled space(c'mon, it's closer to the beach, guys!) and we stepped out into the unrelenting wind and rain. Although it was dark, I did have my light-up frisbee, so we headed towards the sand. Jack took my bottle of cherry coke and slammed it into the ground, then uncapped it with his teeth, spraying the contents upward in a geyser of froth. I probably should have taken this as a sign that he was a little too excited.
We tried playing frisbee, but it was far too windy, so we eventually ended up just throwing the disc up into the air and letting the wind take it a few hundred yards down the coast. Jack had decided to be a tw*t, so spent the time trying to tackle or otherwise hit me, or throwing the disc miles away and saying 'have fun Kyle'.
Sometimes Jack isn't fun to be around.
Dave and Jack then suggested that we go up a dark hill. Awesome. No one ever dies that way. I was outvoted, so up we went, with no murder ensuing, but with us arriving a mile away from the car. We slowly trudged backed to the disabled spot, and chose our next activity on the way.