Uni-Cyclops
Hunter Thompson says:
"Every now and then when your life gets complicated and the weasels
start closing in, the only cure is to load up [your stuff] and then
drive like a bastard from [Portland to Seattle] ... with the music at
top volume and at least one [unicycle]."
Sarah and John had arrived last week. They were living in the
narrowest house I'd ever seen, but three floors made it
spacious. John's friend Robert and a physics student named Orin lived
there too. John's best friend Kellin was already there visiting. The
international man of mystery, Stephen Dobay would make an appearance
the next night. But I still had one hell of a drive ahead of me.
It's probably should take just over three hours. Of course, that would
be impossible for me to confirm. Rapidly approaching, I called Sarah,
"I should be there in 20 minutes, okay?" only to watch traffic grind
to a halt.
Some unit of time later, I fought my way free of the mess and decided
instead to get lost. Google Maps helped me out by sending me off the
highway and into this Hell-Suburb. I realized I was in trouble when
I'd gone around the same damn circle twice one way, once the other,
and still I couldn't get out. Through the miracle of cell phone
technology, Sarah and John navigated me back to the highway and
finally into the driveway of their skinny, skinny house.
We did what old friends do. Caught up, hung out, slept not enough.
Things got blog-worthy again sometime Saturday night.
It was a good party.
And sooner or later the unicycle came out.
Now, what seperates a truly great friend from a merely good one, is
that he brings you a unicycle as a house warming gift. I'm a
totally awesome friend. I think Sarah was skeptical, but I
believe these pictures speak for themselves. I managed my time on the
unicycle admirably. Which is to say: desperately clinging to the
nearest stationary object (with my tongue out for some damn fool
reason).
Next time I won't forget my bag of fireworks.
[More Unicycle Pictures]
Sarah and John had arrived last week. They were living in the
narrowest house I'd ever seen, but three floors made it
spacious. John's friend Robert and a physics student named Orin lived
there too. John's best friend Kellin was already there visiting. The
international man of mystery, Stephen Dobay would make an appearance
the next night. But I still had one hell of a drive ahead of me.
It's probably should take just over three hours. Of course, that would
be impossible for me to confirm. Rapidly approaching, I called Sarah,
"I should be there in 20 minutes, okay?" only to watch traffic grind
to a halt.
Some unit of time later, I fought my way free of the mess and decided
instead to get lost. Google Maps helped me out by sending me off the
highway and into this Hell-Suburb. I realized I was in trouble when
I'd gone around the same damn circle twice one way, once the other,
and still I couldn't get out. Through the miracle of cell phone
technology, Sarah and John navigated me back to the highway and
finally into the driveway of their skinny, skinny house.
We did what old friends do. Caught up, hung out, slept not enough.
Things got blog-worthy again sometime Saturday night.
It was a good party.
And sooner or later the unicycle came out.
Now, what seperates a truly great friend from a merely good one, is
that he brings you a unicycle as a house warming gift. I'm a
totally awesome friend. I think Sarah was skeptical, but I
believe these pictures speak for themselves. I managed my time on the
unicycle admirably. Which is to say: desperately clinging to the
nearest stationary object (with my tongue out for some damn fool
reason).
Next time I won't forget my bag of fireworks.
[More Unicycle Pictures]
posted on: 09/12/2005 | path: /life