I woke up early Wednesday to pick up Jennig (5.1 mi) so we could go to the Plano West track (3.8 mi) and run with the summer school PE kids. Jennig was a bit late, so by the time we got there, they were wrapping up. It was still kind of funny, though, because all these people from school did double takes as we jogged past them.
“‘The hell? What are you doing here?” they asked indignantly. Wrongfully so, because it’s not as if it’s a private-use track.
“We came here to run.”
“You drove all the way out here to run?”
“Yes. Yes, we did,” we lied. We actually had to speak to Henry about plans for that afternoon. But since we were late, it didn’t quite work out - they had to go on a field trip. So we did the running, and then ate.
Much to Jennig’s chagrin, Chipotle does not serve breakfast. We went to Kroger (2.5 mi), instead, and bought Lunchables, cheese, and four Totino’s Party Pizzas. We went to the pond at Plano Senior (3.0 mi) to delight in the company of the ducks as we ate and fed them crackers and cheese.
I dropped Jennifer off at her house (1.6 mi), with promises of phone calls after her volunteer shift and the hospital.
Home (5.6 mi) to nap for a couple hours.
The morning alone amounted to about 21.7 mi, which is about a gallon and a half in Texas summer weather in my guzzler.
So the time comes for Jennifer to call me, and I pick her up from her house (5.6 mi) after get $15.00 of gas (just over 3 gallons) and we go back to my house (5.6 mi) to grab the frozen pizzas, then to Hens’s (4.1 mi).
So, Henry, Vincent, Jennig and I eat pizza, play Brawl and Mario Kart and make a tshirt for Peter’s birthday.
The shirt is really funny - the idea was to make Peter a boxing outfit. Earlier they bought green sofies, and they’re going to iron on letters that say “PETIES” on the back. They also got him green kickboxing gloves. Anyway, so idea of the shirt was to cut a hole across the belly that would expose Peter’s bellybutton when he unzips it. They also cut holes around the boobs, and made flaps that would Velcro down, and he would lift them up “for taunts,” as Henry described.
We didn’t get to it, but Hens is also gonna cut the sleeves, in the giant-sleeve-cutting fashion that goes down to the hips, you know? Anyway, this is as far as we got - Hens can do the rest himself. Obviously, the nips aren’t cut out yet. And Peter is significantly larger than Henry, so we’re hoping the nip and naval estimations are accurate enough.
Right, so it would basically result in the gayest outfit ever, and it will be hilarious.
From Henry’s house, I had to take Jennig home (4.0 mi), then Vincent home (5.5 mi) and finally home (1.5 mi).
That afternoon was nearly 2 more gallons.
It was fun, but…fuck. My friends need to get cars. Cars with good gas mileage.
None.
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