Prose is overrated

Friday: Superfun baseball game complete with aftershow fireworks. My friend rented a skybox and we all piled in and had the most awesome time ever. Final Score: Who cares?
Saturday, 0:00: Harry Potter Party at Barnes and Noble. Spent most of the time making fun of everyone who was there (to their faces, too).
Saturday, 4:00: Phone call. Friend who went to after-game party left cell phone in car. Requests it back.
Saturday, 5:30: Tap on the window. Rarely seen uncle and cousins from California seek rights of Parlay, coffee, and perhaps a few episodes of Futurama. I play host.
Saturday, 7:00: I finally get to sleep.
Saturday, 10:00: Rudely Awaken.
Saturday, 11:00: Back to sleep.
Saturday, 14:00: Wake up.
Saturday, 20:00: Finish Sixth Harry Potter book. Am sad.
Saturday, 21:00: Go to friend’s house in hopes of seeing Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Hopes are quickly dashed.
Saturday, 23:00: Decide, finally, to go see Wedding Crashers. Am happy.

– Πιξ

Friday: Superfun baseball game complete with aftershow fireworks. My friend rented a skybox and we all piled in and had the most awesome time ever. Final Score: Who cares? Saturday, 0:00: Harry Potter Party at Barnes and Noble. Spent most of the time making fun of everyone who was there (to their faces, too). Saturday,…