Today I Can Chill

I went to see Mom-mom yesterday. She's doing well. The nurses or nurse assistants or people they pay 7 bucks an hour freaked out when her blood sugar was a little high and called the ambulance. She went to the hospital and called my mom. Mommie was visiting anyway, so that was a good thing. They sent her home when they realized she was fine. I hung out with her for a couple hours and we watched tv and I read my book.

I had to pick up this old desk/table from her basement and I was wearing a white long sleeve tshirt. It started getting dirty and Mommie said 'Run upstairs and find a different shirt to put on.' I found this purple family reunion shirt from 1992. It says 'Our Roots Continue to Grow 1981-1992.' It's what you would call vintage. The sleeves, neck and bottom are worn, and the shirt is a little big on me. I love it. I might cut the bottom off though. It's just way too long.

I got home around 9, called Ryan and he told me he was going out in Frederick with his friends. I drove out there with my purple tshirt on, and we went to this Irish bar. Ok...this bar was 100+ degrees. It was packed and so hot that I rolled my sleeves up like you would do at soccer practice. I wanted to do the Daisy Duke tshirt thing, but I thought that would be too much. I looked like a total bum, but I was constantly getting hit on. I don't know what's up with the people in Frederick, but I guess they like this odd attire. One guy, Warner from Belgium, was getting mad that I kept putting fake names and numbers in his phone. I told him from jump that I wasn't giving him my number, yet he kept persisting. I had no choice but to keep lying. He's like 'Let's talk over the phone.' I was like 'I hate talking on the phone.' He said "Me too." So why was he even bothering with me. *ugh*

Oh, there's this guy that they know named Cal. He's Indian or something, so it's really Kal. Anyway, he is the most arrogant person I think I've ever met. I told the guys that I hated him, and they all agreed with me. He was telling me that he hated the Irish bar because they don't serve him because he's brown. I was like "Dude, have you noticed? I'm brown and I got a beer here." He said "My white friends had to buy me this beer." I said "Well, my white friends bought me this beer too. What's your point? If you don't like it here, or think they are discriminating against you, leave. Why even stand in their establishment if they're such racists? I'm happy I have a beer, so I will stay here." He just looked at me and then started saying something about his class reunion and that's where everyone wanted to go. Boo on you, KALPESH. hee hee. I hate him. He thinks he's smart, but I have one up on him-ALWAYS.

I got home this morning to find my mailbox knocked off its block AGAIN. No one else's mailbox ever gets knocked down but mine. What is wrong with my mailbox or me? I guess that will be my Labor Day project for today once I get dressed.