weekend.

So this weekend we did some cool stuff. Friday night we went to Pete's house. (Pete is Stephen's roommate. He's a funny guy. And by funny I don't always mean ha-ha, I mean touched. He's a funny guy. He's a starter on the football team and he's vice president of the swing dancing club on campus and he's a biochem major. So he's a smart, swing-dancing football player. Who knew?) Anyway, we went to Pete's house on Friday. We = me, Stephen, Pete, Jordan, Jackie, Becca and Phil. And Pete's sister, Paige, was there too. Pete lives in Hermatige, which I've never been to before, and it's actually a lot bigger than I thought it would be. (I'm learning a lot about south-central Pennsylvania through my friends.)

We got to Pete's house and were greeted by a really excited dog (great, a dog) and his parents, who I've met before at a football game. I like them. Everytime I see them, they give me food. Mrs. Polesnak kind of reminds me of Aunt Pammy. Actually, their whole family kind of reminds me of the Stus. I think they'd get along well. Anyway, we got there and she made us all sit down on the couch and asked us questions about school and sports and our grades and what we were going to do over fall break (she was very motherly) and then she tried to make us eat some pasta (even though we told her we'd had dinner at school before we came) and then she appealed to the boys' lack of manliness (apparently not being able to eat at the drop of a hat signifies a lack of manliness) and they all got offended and had to eat or they'd feel less manly I guess.

Everybody but Stephen and I went to this really scary haunted house thingie. I'm really not into haunted houses or the dark, and I get pretty nasty when I'm scared so I figured that it wouldn't actually be much fun for anybody involved if I came along and Stephen didn't seem to care so he and I went out to Hermatige lake for a while and sat on a bench there and looked at stars. (Stars I like. Haunted houses, not so much.) Pete got a huge kick out of the fact that we went to the lake. In fact, every time he said "went to the lake" he used quotation marks and winked a lot. Then Jordan would start laughing and then I'd threaten him and he'd threaten Stephen.

(There's usually a triangle of violence like that. Jordan will do something stupid or mean and I'll threaten to - say - stab him with a fork. Jordan knows he can't hit a girl, so then he'll threaten Stephen instead, because Stephen is the next closest thing to me. It usually goes something like this:
Jordan: *mumbles incoherantly something that's probably inappropriate*
Me: Shut up Jordan! You're dumb! I'm going to kick you in the knee!
Jordan: No! Don't! If you do, I'm punching Steve in the throat.
And so it goes. We really love each other.)

Anyway, we all met back at Pete's house where they'd built a fire in the backyard and everybody was roasting marshmallows (YES!) and cheese-filled brats and toasting buns too (that was Jordan's idea. He's good for some things.). And we all sat around and talked and made fun of each other till midnightish when we went home. It was a good night.

Saturday morning I slept in late (Jenn was in D.C. again all weekend) and by the time I got up it was like 10:00 and Stephen called to remind me that we were going to the orchard this morning for fresh apple fritter day. So I met him and Darrius outside and we hopped in the Jeep and headed out to the orchard nearby. (All the orchards are nearby here. I live in the boonies.) I've never had an apple fritter before, but it turned out to be one of the most delicious things I've ever tasted. It's like a funnel cake, only more dense, and it has pieces of apple in it and powdered sugar on top. We also got little pumpkin-shaped jugs of cidar (equally good) and Darrius bought an entire apple pie. It was still warm and it smelled so good on the way home that once we got back, we found a picnic table and got some forks and we ate half that pie right then and there. So good.

Then in the afternoon I went to watch some of my friend Kristin's tennis match. I'd never seen a tennis match before and I was afraid I wouldn't know what was going on until I saw that her parents were there.

I actually have to go meet Kristin for dinner now, so that's all the stories I've got for now.