The Robot's Thoughts

The weekend and the holiday is almost over.
Congrats Marilyn on becoming an Aunt. And I'm sorry its been so long since we talked on the phone. We've drifted too far apart.
I went camping with Bill this weekend. It was a good time. It wasn't a camp site per se, but a trailer park in the wilderness. It is billed as a camp site. Its kinda the lower-middle class version of having that lil cabin up in Aspen. It something you can reasonably afford for weekend getaways, and it doesn't pretend to be anything more then the great outdoors and some of the comforts of home, and whatever you bring with you (Beer, weed, whatever your weekend hobby is.)
So Bill and I went up there with his family, which I should mention at this point is extremely nice, and did what we usually do. Drink, Frisbee, talk politics, and wonder where we're gonna be in 5 years. Bill's family is very political. His uncle is pretty high up in the union structure where he works, and maybe i've had a bad stereotype of unions, but he's quicker then some of the college eduated people I've talked politics with. Smart, well-read, and logical in his politics. Or at least, from his point of view. There were some good discussions.
We also partied up there a little. Bill's cousin Rob is a regular up there, and he knows all the people our age up there. He was our native guide. He's also quite popular up there, as he was braggin' about how he was going to be able to get with the hottest girl in the trailer park.
Let me repeat that in case you didn't burst out laughing the first time.
He said he was going to get with the hottest girl in the trailer park.
That's like saying you've got the biggest dick in the materity ward.
Anyway, we did meet these so called "hot honeys", who attended beauty school, and drank with them and 20 guys. 10:1 guy to girl ratio is what you'll find at a south oakland party and out in the middle of nowhere. And neither is really happenin'.
Somewhere around 1am, Bill and I realized we've been drinking non-stop since 6pm, and despite that slight handicap of being severely retarded, could not really connect with people. I still had enough of my wits to realize I didn't give a shit about NASCAR, and Bill and I had to wake up at 8 to drive home, because he had work on sunday.
Now I might be making it sound like I had a bad time. I didn't. I'm from Central, PA, and backwoodsy isn't something that bothers me. I love the outdoors. I do live in the NOW. I don't mean any disrespect to these people or what their goals are in life. But I recognize I am different. What I liked most about the weekend was the time spent with my friend Bill. Bill has played ultimate frisbee for 3 years, and I just joined the summer league with Erin and Julie. Bill was giving me the breakdown on how the game is played when its not a just a pick up game. What practices are going to be like. What throws you have to know. Bill and I also just talked about Classes. I think I helped take some of his family's pressure off to succeed in college because I pointed out that gradewise Bill and I are pretty much the same. We both had other non-school obligations, and I got a job in my field in the area. That it can happen, and that it will happen.

Anyway, Bill's here, so we're gonna make some wings.
Peace.