Late Night Phone Calls

Late Night Phone Calls

The other night, I think it was Tuesday, I received a phone call from my best friend, “My Giant,” letting me know that another camping trip was scheduled for the weekend of the 4th of August. Silently I was delighted, yet this could prove problematic. I quickly asked who would be joining accompanying us on this trip. Several names that had come on the last trip appeared as well as some new ones, except for the one particular name that I was looking for: “Farmboy.” I knew I shouldn’t get my hopes up, but it wouldn’t be the same without him. He really does bring a certain charm to the group.

After hearing this bit of news and ending my call I picked up the phone to alert “Farmboy” of the situation that had presented itself. Damn! I received voicemail. So I left the item of information as a recording for him to respond to. That is saying something considering I hate to leave a message when I don’t immediately reach someone.

Later on that evening I received to my surprise a call from “Farmboy” sounding chipper as ever. I reminded him of the notification I had left. We discussed that he would try, but gave no grantee that he could make the trip given the fact that he would be moving the week previous to that weekend. I also brought up my birthday which would be the following weekend after camping. I found myself with a negative response. He’d be helping his roommate and good friend move out of state, which is the reason he has to move.

If anything I’d like to have him go back to Turner Falls with us again. Screw my birthday, nothing ever seems to go right on that day; I swear it’s a cursed day for me. I just can’t imagine the lot of us traipsing back up to the falls with out him. It wouldn’t be the same if he wasn’t there taking pictures over the edge of a chair with his camera of the group, or walking around in his sexy shorts. If he does go back this time I think I need to let him interact more with the group rather than me. That way we can get to know everyone that we have yet had the chance to get to bond with.

I think I’ll get another bottle of wine if he does attend. He seemed to have liked that aspect of the adventure. I need to make a note to myself to get a raft of some sort this time; I really hated not having one the last time. What else should I get for the upcoming trip? A radio! “My Giant” said we wouldn’t want one the last trip, and of course we went round robin with everyone’s cars playing the radio as to not kill all the batteries. This next time I want to get a better tan. I didn’t even put on sun block and the only thing that barely turned pink was my shoulders; I’m so pasty still.

After my conversation with “Farmboy” I ran into “My Giant” online while typing up my blog who I had an in depth conversation with. He’s so insightful. I was feeling a little bummed and he always knows the right thing to say to make me feel better. Not to mention I somehow made him feel better. He has a very interesting way of looking at situations. I need to adopt his positive outlook on life.

Wednesday night I ended up calling “My Giant” to let him know I was finally going to be able to post my blog of the accounts of our weekend trip. It still needs to be edited and revised; I tried but gave up at some point in the process. I’m so sick of spending that much time writing on it that I plan on taking a break from it for a few days to rest my brain. As I skimmed the lengthy prose I noticed one major flaw. I have a tendency to repeat myself; or I should say, I repeat certain writing techniques. I find that to be quite undesirable, as well as the simplicity in the tone that I use. I could do so much better; and I have. Well in a day or two I’ll see where I can fix mistakes. I’m sure it will remain pretty much as it is now, but I want to go back and change one section specifically that I couldn’t express the way I wanted without any difficulty.

I’m hungry and need to start some laundry. I’m sure I’ll have more to write about and soon. There’s always something of interest going on. I hope that someone somewhere starts leaving comments with questions in them so I do not always have to pull material to write about out of my ass. Get it? I think my writing is nothing but shit? Eh, I could have made a better literary writing joke I know. Cheers mates.