Phone rings, door chimes, in comes company...

So the title very adequately summarizes the last two days of sunshine--I'll start on Friday.

So I am awoken at noonPM by a phone call from none other than the MightySP, and he is wondering if he can come visit my house today. I say of course, no big deal at all, and he tells me he is literally fifty feet from my house already. (So I really had no choice in the matter, hah! Good thing I was stoked to see him.) So I get up out of bed, throw on some sweats and open the door. BING BAM BOOM, SP comes storming on through, and suddenly the amount of awesome that fills my house is doubled--I have no idea if the structure is able to support this unheard of amount of awesomeness, so I ask SP if he wants to grab some lunch at Top Dog. (which is like one of my favorite places to eat btw, SOGOOD.) So we walk and chat about the various, see a super mario item block, (MUSHROOMSTHATMAKEYOUBIGPEOPLESFTMFW.) and basically just catch up on the way to lunch, 'cuz SP's been a ghost in the real world recently. So we get back to my house after lunch, play some Street Fighter, and then go to Lake Temescal. When we get to the lake, we have two options--the high road, or the low road. DUH, we take the high road, which leads to a higher, unbeaten trail, which FINALLY leads to a large water reservoir. We devise a make-shift zipline, and decide through rock paper scissors, which one of us is gonna SLIDE down the hill, through the lake, to the other side, to connect the cable--nahhfuggetit. So we both slide down the hill, and walk around the lake back to the entrance, and start heading back home. ONTHEWAYHOME, I see a wooden staircase leading up to the overpass--we GOTTA check that shit out. So we get to the top of this staircase and WHOOSH, cars are whizzing by us at the speed of cars! So sick, So we're sitting there amazed at the traffic, when SP looks up and a group of pigeons on a lamppost, doing the exact same thing--hahahha.

There are SO many people on freeways, and for a SPLIT second, you can clearly see what everyone is doing in their cars. It's kind of amazing how everyone is doing something just a LITTLE bit different from everyone else--from the way the hold the steering wheel, or how they're sitting, or whatever, it's just different.

AND HERE'S ANOTHER THING. If so many people have such awesome talents, why don't you see them on the street? I mean, if I could do a backflip, (which I can't by the way, but I'd love to learn how.) I'd be doing a backflip off of EVERYTHING and ANYTHING. Now, to some of you this may seem arrogant, but TELL me you wouldn't be stoked to see someone backflip on the street. I bet if you did you'd immediately be on your cellphone texting your best friend about how you just saw the SICKEST shit ever, yeahyeahyeah. Now SOME people might think this is crazypersonstuff, but when I hear music on the street I dance to it--damn near every time. Even if it's just like a little shuffle while I'm waiting for the stop light, or nodding my head in time, I'm still doing a little jig--I just have to. Is this craziness? NAHH, it means that I just LOVE dancing and flailing about--it' s like an insight to who I am, without ever speaking to me.

BAM HERE'S THE MIGHTYSP THOUGHT OF THE DAY.
Everyone likes talking about themselves. (Hellayeah, why do you think I write this blog?) But it is really hard for some to ask about others. I wonder.. 'cuz I know that I have a problem with just ASKING someone about themselves. REMINDERTOSELF: A sincere, "How are you doing today?" goes a long way (READ:POSITIVITY.)

SATURDAY. The GameStop Street Fighter IV tournament. Woke up, threw on some shirts, and donned my headband--game-fucking-time. I'm planning on showing no mercy, and my Ken and 'Gief will TROUNCE all foes--at least until SP gives me a call saying he's outside, HAH. I stand on my stoop and give my best 'BRING ON ALL FIGHTERS' pose, and SP comes walking up the street. My dad makes everyone pancakes (PAHNKO?PAHNKO?) and I skip the tourney in favor of going bouldering with Zoe and TheMighty. We get to Iron Works (the rockclimbing gym.) and WOMP WOMP, Zoe isn't allowed to boulder without having a consent form written by a legal guardian--which isn't me, apparently. (WHICHDOESN'TMAKESENSEBTW. I'm her brother, don't you think I'd be looking out for her safety? What a joke.) So anyways, I ask if she can hang around us while we climb, and the guy at the counter says it's fine, so long as she doesn't do any physical activity. So we head to a corner of the bouldering area, and climb around for a couple of hours. Zoe climbs anyway, cuz she's already in the gym, EVENTHOUGH, she didn't want to climb without a consent form written by my dad...

WAITWAITWAIT, get this. So Zoe wouldn't climb without a consent form filled out, BUT she wanted me to forge my dad's signature so that she could climb. SHE'S ALREADY IN THE GYM, and NO ONE cares that she's climbing. It's like she wants to break the law but won't break the law. whatthedeuce.

So we finish climbing, and head back to my car for an IMPROMPTU dance session. Dude SP is beast at floorwork, I gotta get to that level so we can really have a back and forth. So we dance for a while and then head back into the car to grab some grub. THIS HANDYMAN KEPT HONKING AT ME ON THE FREEWAY. Jeez. We head to subway, and the lady charges me for a footlong instead of two doublestacked six inchers--SWEET. We eat inside, and the lady politely asks the three of us if we can be careful not to make a mess, because she's closing up shop at five--nice ass lady. So we head home, play a little Afro Samurai, and then my whole family, with SP in tow, jumps into my car to head to Fisherman's Wharf to watch my Kuya Enrico's production of Company--A Musical by Stephen Sondheim. I drop SP off at the Ferry building and we get to the show, which was EXCELLENT btw. Enrico decided to have all the actors play their own instruments--it worked out very well. Bravo to you!

So that was the last two days in a nutshell, today is raining, so I doubt anything spectactular is going to happen to make me blog again. (THANKGOD, because I refuse to do two blogs on the same day.) The Oscars is today, so that's pretty cool, maybe I'll watch that...

FINAL NOTE.
"Operators RULE OF THUMB. Do not operate in the same clique, much less in the same friend group, and DEFINITELY NOT ON BEST FRIENDS."