I'm glad Kaya grabbed me to go to her friend Rebecca's birthday cookout a few days ago.
I enjoy meeting new people whose paths I never would have crossed, featuring:
Two hilarious guys from England who talked junk about the Liberty Bell, ate a raw onion, but were afraid of getting shot in Philly.
A dripping icing cake that somehow repelled insects.
A cute baby that cried when I held her.
A boy beating a pinata violently.
Drinking Hard Cider and Makers Mark Whiskey.
Numerous views about working at a bad company, a plastic island in the ocean, and good times (and drugs) in San Francisco.
Good times.
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