Tonight was Rachel’s 22nd birthday rememberance day… Since I was not working today I spent most of it preparing for the celebration. I think I’m using too big words here. Anyways. We had bought corn (on the cob) - they were 10 for .97$, pretty amazing eh… I guess the season is coming to an end so corn is cheap. The kitchen was decorated in a pretty cheesy way for the ”event” and we had a good time, even if the cake was SO sweet and had a … soap taste somehow, somewhere.
After our little friendly supper we when to Bubble Tea, situated in China Town. I don’t particularly like to go there simply because I don’t like bubble teas and there’s an unpleasant little smell in the retaurant that I seem to be alone to notice, but anyways, Rachel likes going there and I’m learning to like other types of beverages they have. We played Dutch Blitz and kept our scores on the very wall of the restaurant. Sounds pretty wrong to write on a wall that doesn’t belong to us eh? Right. But the thing is that the wall we were sitting by was full of writing, signatures and etc.
Rachel -again- won. I’m not really quick at any games, especially not card games. We finally left around 9:30 and headed home.
I hope you have a good day too.
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I will always love the way you write! cake looks nice.. (nicer than the fish I made back at beaudette)est-ce que c’est du map-o-spread?
So you played Dutch Blitz?
For anybody that’s reading this, I have to say that when Gabe didn’t even know the game, I wanted to play with my mom and my other sister, but gabe didn’t want to play at all. She was like: No, I’m not good in fast game, I don’t feel like it. So we kept pushing her, so she may do it for our sake!
And after the game, when we were bored and looking for something to do, she always said: we could play Dutch Blitz! hahah, You LOVE it now, don’t you?
and will you send my a cake for mine?
Hmmm. I don’t know. I’m scared it’d get “squiched” (spel.) in the envelope… I dreamed that you died. And I cried so hard for long. Even when I got up I felt like I had to process the situation, even though I knew it was just a dream. Imlove you!
By the way, non le brun plus pâle c’est PAS du map ‘o spread… c’est juste du glacage moins foncé.
do you remember how I died?
Yes… You were getting a tattoo. Dad and I were trying to tell you not to. I actually begged you to take the time to listen to what God wanted you to do. I don’t know, it was pretty critical, I don’t know why!
Later on that night, as you got yout tattoo, something happened and there was a problem with your blood. You bled to death and they couldn’t do anything for you. I’m not sure how it happened (how could you bleed to death while getting a tattoo?) but anyways, it was a tough dream.
Oh and then, I remember thinking: “Oh, now I understand why Corinne and Dustin didn’t get married… God didn’t want Dustin to be married for a few months and then … you die.” Interesting. In my dream you weren’t married. I’ve had VERY strange dreams since a week. About al kinds of things. I’m writing them down.
that’s good (to write them down). i’ll think about it.
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