What a wonderful evening...

It first started with a bit of EAA inhouse slowpitch softball... a game which we won 17-1 and I did nothing because I played left-center all game and the team could barely hit it to the short stop. I'm sick of left-center but Kaywee was gracious enough to switch with me one inning.

The real fun however, starts at Starbucks in Rosemount. Kaywee, Stepherz and myself made our way there while blasting Lil' Weezy and enjoying a lovely summer day. We were going to visit Jen, but little did we know that there was a huge blowout concert at Starbucks this very night... haha basically... it was the equivalent of the return of Cyril Paul. Hooray!! It was this old African American guy who had with him a keyboard and tambourine-type instrument. Did he actually play the keyboard? Nope. Just... used preset beats to shake his stuff to and dance among the chairs and cups of coffee. The real icing on the cake was his big ass Batman pendant he proudly wore around his neck. It was marvelous... I wish you all could have seen him.

From there we made our way, while still enjoying the fresh beats of Lil' Wayne, to my house. Being that it is indeed Tuesday night, it called for some Chill. And for those of you who haven't yet heard... Chill is no longer a verb... it is an entire work of art. Basically... it's just this long brown sheet of craft paper that Carrie and Stephy and I are painting random shit on... it includes items like lawn gnome, bath tub, sky, tree, ice cream cone, tattoos, rasta star, a car, fire, shrooms and a snowman to name a few. I love it with all of my being and that is all you really need to know. No one can ever understand the true awesomeness of Chill... even if they tried.

But... being that I must be at work at 9 in the a of m tomorrow morn., I suppose it is time to turn in. So... until another moment when there is something worthwhile to write...

Later days, painterly awesomeness.