strip frisbee

Thanks to the positive comments Tom and Rebeks, I guess I'll just continue journalling until i get the sense no one's reading.

Yesterday us guys went out to play frisbee in an open field late at night. We of course had to have a competition, and had races to catch a frisbee thrown by one guy, kind of a hopped up version of 500. This evolved into us standing in a circle that we widened regularly by stepping backwards, trying to make as many successive completions as possible. This inevitably evolved into... that's right, strip frisbee. The two people involved in a dropped throw had to remove an article of clothing. This ended with us all in our skivvies racing through some sprinklers that had just turned on. It was fun. In an extremely masculine and heterosexual way.

Today was a travel day, and not very fun for me. I felt gross from the minute I woke up, it was so hot in our tent. Put on shorts and t-shirt, but still felt gross for the entire trip, and then when we got into Alberta all of a sudden it was snowing! So then I was freezing. So yeah, the whole day I just wasn't enjoying myself. Moody. I did read a really good book by Margaret Atwood called Lady Oracle. We picked up a couple of hitchhikers on the way to banff, they were francophones from quebec. Ended up going for sushi with them and then randomly played at an open mic next door. That's where i am now. This place really digs jeremy's and sheree's stuff.