dirty hands, dirty feet.

this is the kind of summer i long for. dirt, sweat, heat.

oh, and kickball.

i don't know why or when, but at some point i got it in my head that this summer must include kickball. so here it is. though it took forever to acquire the kickball and though i lost my phone along the way, it was well worth it.

it was so much like childhood today. we didn't have enough people so i asked these four guys who were playing bocce ball if they wanted to play. like, meeting kids at the park. it went something like this:

me: "you guys are really extreme bocce ball players."
them: "thanks."
me: "wanna play kickball?"

and so it began. i realized later that it again sounded like i was hitting on people i didn't mean to hit on. oops. but still, if that were a pickup line, it would be the best pick up line ever. it would certainly woo me.

all in all it was a glorious day. really pleased.

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'Shall we get really drunk to-night?'
'It's the one time it could do no conceivable harm,' I said.
'Contra mundum?'
'Contra mundum.'
'Bless you, Charles. There aren't many evenings left to us.'
And that night, the first time for many weeks, we got deliriously drunk together; I saw him to the gate as all the bells were striking midnight, and reeled back to my room under a starry heaven which swam dizzily among the towers, and fell asleep in my clothes as I had not done for a year.

[Brideshead Revisited]