It's 11:11 right now, so I wish that all of you are having a pleasant ride home from Winter Ball! As you ladies decidedly noticed, I didn't go. There's just something about listening to loud, boisterous hip-hop and dancing with people you're not too familiar with that just doesn't appeal to me. I suppose the latter is my fault, but I'm content with my solid group of homies. Unfortunately for me, though, they like to party too. Great.
This fact compounded with my ravaging cold made it difficult to squeeze a playdate in today, but we did it anyways just for you guys.
Again I traversed to Sunnyvale, where I met with Tariq and Ayush. Tariq first took us to a nice little bank secluded behind a Christian school. However, it was a total bust; we were promptly ejected by two middle aged women and an extremely conceit man on a bicycle wearing tights.
From there, we traveled down the street until we arrived at the church. We didn't even dabble with the pint-sized four stair. Straight to the real attraction, no monkey business.

I assure you, he ollied the entire roof.
By then, we had already spent a respectable sum of time wandering around, so we began to head back. We stopped by Lucky's. That's where Tariq was suddenly consumed by an appetite for 'meat.' We left with three bottles of root beer and an elephantine pack of peppered salami.
Finally, we went to Serra Park just to hang out for a little bit. We even had a little Battle at the Berrics of our own. Battle of the Jehrix.
Yep, then I went home. But my story doesn't cease here. Upon returning home, I had some dinner and did some studying. Then Gerry called me over for a little cutie bit. I walked to his house, and there we had a jolly time. Essentially, I sat on his bed and braved unholy videos he thought were funny.




Yep.
So that brings me here. That's almost a full day in my life; maybe I'll make one of those soon. I hope you guys enjoyed yourselves at the dance.