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so i’m kind of over social networking sights.  to be honest, no matter how many “friends” i have, i really only ever hang out with the same four people and they were my friends long before social networking online was around.  so when i was (sort of) dragged to Saturgay in the Park–a phenomenon born of facebook (which i’m not on)–for lack of anything else to do on a saturday afternoon even though it was hot out and we could have gone to a nice lunch, a movie, shopping, any number of things really, but i’m all for new things, so i reluctantly went. 

this is what i thought  it was going to be like:  a large group  of guys and girls, all friends or friends of friends and friends of friends of friends, together, taking over one of the city’s parks to play volleyball, kickball, or maybe toss a frizbee or just pic nic and sun themselves in small clusters, just sort of an all day thing, like those company pic nics my dad used to take us to.  i really wanted there to be a moon bounce.

this is what is was:  completely retarded.  yes.  retarded.  it was  a bunch of people i’d never met before sitting on a hill facing a sidewalk as if any moment now there’d be a covered wagon pulling up doing some sort of puppet show.  and there they sat until someone told them to put their rubber ducks in the fountain so they could race.  and then it was done.  except the race seemed to take hours because the fountain really had no flow and everyone thought i was just determined to hate the event, but honestly, i didn’t hate it.  i just thought it was retarded.  i can think someone or something is retarded without hating them/it.  i do it all the time.  i mean, if i’m going to sit outside in the sun and sweat my ass off, i’d like it to be because we were running around DOING something, not sitting there waiting for some one to tell us to put our ducks in the fountain.  btw, i did not participate in the race.  i just couldn’t bring myself to do it.  instead i sweat and sat and judged.  which i’m very good at.  if there was a race to do that, i’m very quick to judge and would have won by a large margin.

anyway, later that night kai and scotti invited me to a party but i never feel comfortable at parties where i’m not familiar with the host and i know that i don’t like having uninvited people show up to my functions, and even though i’m pretty sure it was the kind of party where no one cared who showed up, i just couldn’t bring myself to go.  becuase, like, what if it turned out to be really lame?  cause then i’d have been to two retarded functions in one day and i try not to do that.  instead mikey and i went out for frozen yogurt and martinis.