My weekend was really good.(with one exception that I will ignore from now on)
Friday I left school around 11 and headed out to pickwick, to go the bean. On the way out there, I stopped to eat lunch at the McDonalds in Oakland.
At Mickey D’s, everyone else in there knew each other except for a guy sitting alone writing a paper. I had a strong urge to talk to him but I ignored it since he was busy. I got my food and ate it. While I was eating, I kinda kept glancing at him and we caught each others eyes a few times but kept looking away. Finally he got up to leave, but walked over to my table and asked if he could borrow me for a few minutes. I said sure. He wanted my opinion on his paper so he read it to me and I gave it to him, then we had a nice chat for 10 minutes or so. It was weird and awkward but pleasant. We only exchanged first names but I kinda hope I run into him again one day.
Then, 2 hours later, I turned off of 64 in the wrong spot and ended up in Shiloh, but still found my way to the bean. When I got to the bean, I hopped on the four-wheeler and had an awesome time.
Saturday we got up kinda early so we could go to the flea market. I got a license plate from when I was born. On the way back to the bean, the suburban stopped working so we had to push it and get the other person at the bean to come pick us up. It was kinda funny, but we got it worked out.
Tricia(my mom’s best friend’s sister) had a bunch of stuff from this woman who died. The woman Patricia Ragland had kids who didn’t want the stuff and Tricia just stumbled upon it and they gave her all the stuff she had. So we spent a few hours looking through her old letters and pay stubs and stuff like that. Tricia also had thousands of pictures from old newspapers that she sells. So we looked through them and I got a few pictures of Paul McCartney.
It was a great weekend.Very relaxing and fun