so last semester, my friend dave and i wanted to plan a bike riding picnic, but the weather was so crappy the whole time that we never got the chance to do it. but we were committed to making it happen- so we did the dang thing. we went to the grocery store, bought picnic supplies, put it all together and hit the road. it wasn't until we were actually leaving that dave informed me that the destination was provo canyon- which if you don't really know the provo area is actually really far away from my apartment. i don't know how many miles, but it's really far. especially for someone who has been classified as "couch potato" on wiifit. (yeah, that was embarrassing.) but you know what? it's cool- i did it anyway.
so we're riding riding riding along, we stop to get some purple gatorade (and had a discussion about what "spot" people are referring to when they say "hits the spot"- dave thinks it's the throat while i'm thinking it's the general mouth area- discuss amongst yourselves), and then continue our journey until we're ALMOST there. like nearly at the mouth of the canyon. after about an hour of pedaling our little hearts out. and all the sudden i hear a "oh no..." and i look back and see a flat tire on dave's bike.
yeah. it therefore became necessary to find a way home seeing as how "bicycle" was no longer an option. good thing our friend jory was willing to help a brotha out. so we're waiting waiting waiting for jory to come pick us up (like half hour waiting) and we're both getting pretty hungry. here's how it went:
amy: "maybe we should just have our picnic here while we're waiting for jory."
dave: "i was thinking that too. i'll get the stuff."
(pulls out the stuff)
as we're literally about to unwrap the food, jory pulls up. yeah.
to make a long story short, we ended up eating our picnic at the kitchen table in my apartment. berenstain bears' style. but you know what? it was good.
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