The smell of sadness in an unusual place

Another enjoyable weekend has come and gone. None of the original plans happened, which is not that out of the ordinary. Sure, I was bummed about not going into Boston to see most of my Franktown Ladies. [AKA, Molly, Earica, and Kelly] But it was an overall good weekend.

Friday night, Mike arrived at my house to pick me up. He gave me my own Bonsai Tree plant!! : ] I was very excited when he gave it to me. After I secured a place for the plant on my dresser, we headed towards Bellingham. After a few errands, we had our first real date thing. We went out to eat at TGI Friday's. I thoroughly enjoyed our date : ]

Saturday. Our original plans were to go to Six Flags with his brother and others. We decided that neither one of us could really afford to do that, so we stayed in town. We lounged around all day. We had planned on going into Boston for the afternoon, but the weather wasn't so great, so we stayed in bed and lounged about. That night, we ventured over to Nick&Chris' place. A rather enjoyable evening.

So yesterday, Sunday, was another lazy day. We hung around the house all day. Late last night though, there was quite a bit of excitement. It was around 2:30 in the morning, we were laying in bed watching part of Season Three of The Office. We heard tires squeal, and a large crash. We looked out his bedroom window and down the street at what we thought was a car in the road, just sitting there. Little did we know, the accident was legit right in front of his house, and we were looking at someone's porch light. [Trees obstructing our view made it look like headlights] Suddenly, his doorbell was rung about a dozen times. Then his mom called up to tell him there was a car on fire in front of the jeep. So, we went across the hall and looked out that window, towards the driveway. Sure enough, there was a convertible sideways in front of his jeep, on fire. What happened was, the driver of the convertible came around the corner, spun out of control, went THROUGH a telephone pole, and slowly skidded to a stop right in front of Mike's jeep. There isn't much damage to the jeep, just a little dented in the front. And luckily, the two people in the convertible were able to walk away...which I was quite surprised about, actually. This morning when we went outside, you could still smell the fire from earlier. Such an odd smell. And as odd as it sounds.. it smelled well, sad.

I have photos from previous nights at Nick&Chris', to give you a taste of what normally happens there:

Davey Robot became Chris' boyfriend after he decided he wanted to be a girl.

I carried our team most of the game, while Mike made faces.

The usuals; L to R- Ryan, Nick, Chris, Cormac, and DaveyRobot!

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