Yesterday Lane, Aaron and I played Frisbee on the lawn of Waters. Hilarity ensued when we decided to throw it off the 4 floor parking level of U-garage while the others tried to catch it across the street. This lasted maybe 30 minutes with us running around like panting, manic dogs. Salivating for a toy.
Of course, in the end, the Frisbee got stuck on a ledge and we came up with several ideas for getting it unstuck. They included: Lane holding me by the feet 20 feet off the ground while I slid my way across the ledge so I could tap it off with a shovel I borrowed from a truck parked in the garage. This seemed like a good idea at the time, but of courses while sliding my shorts started to come off a little bit. And some girls were walking across the street and beheld my gray boxer-briefs in all their nerdy glory.
Lane ended up standing on my shoulders and grabbing the Frisbee off the aluminum ledge, which of course is what we should have done in the beginning.
Giddy (with our prodigal Frisbee) and sweaty, we returned to our home, tired and satisfied.
I haven’t felt that normal in such a long time.