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Up North Summer '08
Monday, August 11, 2008

Just got back a little while ago from up north. It was pretty fun, and the sleeping arrangements were good because Becky and I stayed at my Aunt Janet's house instead of my Grandma's, so we had our own beds and a bathroom! Sweet!!

We pretty much all sat around and talked the whole time with the exception of one walk and a canoe ride. Both nights we had a bonfire and sat around telling stories. We got on the topic of freaky stuff and my aunt told a really chilling story (to me at least)....

She used to bike for miles at night when she was in her teens and early twenties. One night while walking her bike on the side of a back road a car stopped, angled in front of her so she couldn't pass. Two guys leaned out and said "Hey baby, where you headed?". The guy in the passenger seat opened the door and started to get out of the car. She knew she was in trouble. As he was stepping out, one lone truck came driving past. All she did was make eye contact with the driver and the guy immediately stopped and said "Do you need a ride?". The other guy got back in the car and he and his friend drove off. The guy in the truck put her bike in the back and dropped her off at the army base (she was in the army at the time). She never went for a bike ride again.

Yikes, when she told that story around the campfire I got chills! Stories that end with things like "If that ___ hadn't been there..." or "If I had been ___ seconds earlier/later..." always creep me out. One little detail change and the story could have had a very different ending.

Other than the stories, it was the typical trip up north.

I did text DeAnn on the way home and asked if she wanted to see The Dark Knight and she said everyone was going on Wednesday. Sweet donkey balls! I can't wait to go!!!! XD Just two more days, my love, and I'll get to see your sweet sexiness again. *sigh*

"I’m a clown who can’t laugh, and I’m laughing
I didn’t want to make you sad, but even so…
Sing in the rain. People are sad creatures
Laugh for me, as you dance, dripping wet
And keep singing to me that the world will shine again" - "Rain", BUCK-TICK