foco, noco, loco
it's been a descent last couple of days. same routine.
yesterday, i drove down to denver to pick up my brother, because he's in town for a couple days. we ate at a cool carribean restaurant at the trendy highlands square neighborhood in west denver. i ordered jerk chicken, even though i intended on ordering curry chicken. i'm not good with hot food, and this chicken was uber spicy. oh well, it tasted good. back north to foco, noco (fort collins, northern colorado for you non-fort collins, northern colorado lingoists) pat and i drove. we talked about his plans in la and typical brother catch up chats. we got back and chatted it up with the parents then i was off to two more soccer games.
the first game, we played the all-infamous core staff team. craig deacon wasn't there, heck if i know why. we didn't mind, and the usual trash-talking started (sarcastically me being my self of course).
"you guys only have three players?" they asked me.
"yeah, but we only need three players,against you guys" i told them.
i knew they had no sense of humor so i expected it when they scoffed at it. the game got started and we played really well. it was a great game. we were up six four with thirty seconds left and they scored. six five. then they were carrying the ball back to the midfield to speed up the game, but he dropped it and i picked it up, so he proceded to push me in disgust. oh well, we were the first team to beat them this season. they lost their second game six one.
the second game was against a team who wasn't that good, but needless to say we didn't play well either. we lost. i'm extremely sore today.
a side project: i found two of my grandpa's old pipes and have speculated through research that they're about seventy years old. i want to restore them.
*a few posts ago, i decided the dog i want evenutally and found new pictures of it so you can see why i want it.
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yesterday, i drove down to denver to pick up my brother, because he's in town for a couple days. we ate at a cool carribean restaurant at the trendy highlands square neighborhood in west denver. i ordered jerk chicken, even though i intended on ordering curry chicken. i'm not good with hot food, and this chicken was uber spicy. oh well, it tasted good. back north to foco, noco (fort collins, northern colorado for you non-fort collins, northern colorado lingoists) pat and i drove. we talked about his plans in la and typical brother catch up chats. we got back and chatted it up with the parents then i was off to two more soccer games.
the first game, we played the all-infamous core staff team. craig deacon wasn't there, heck if i know why. we didn't mind, and the usual trash-talking started (sarcastically me being my self of course).
"you guys only have three players?" they asked me.
"yeah, but we only need three players,against you guys" i told them.
i knew they had no sense of humor so i expected it when they scoffed at it. the game got started and we played really well. it was a great game. we were up six four with thirty seconds left and they scored. six five. then they were carrying the ball back to the midfield to speed up the game, but he dropped it and i picked it up, so he proceded to push me in disgust. oh well, we were the first team to beat them this season. they lost their second game six one.
the second game was against a team who wasn't that good, but needless to say we didn't play well either. we lost. i'm extremely sore today.
a side project: i found two of my grandpa's old pipes and have speculated through research that they're about seventy years old. i want to restore them.
*a few posts ago, i decided the dog i want evenutally and found new pictures of it so you can see why i want it.
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2 comments:
way to be cocky sean. :)
plus cute : )
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