And so you all know, most of these have absolutely no relation to the March for Life. They just grow out of the group of people we take along.

Sam (and Sam refers to Sam L, not Samwise):”I forgot my pillow!”

*a minute later*

“I forgot my pillow!…. I forgot my pillow!”

me: *offers hoodie*

Sam: “No. It had the perfect fluffiness to… um… covering ratio!” *moans* “I forgot my pillow!”

me: *tries to gag him with the hoodie*

Sam: “Ew. Now I spit on your hoodie.”

me: “…so?”

Sam: “That is disgusting!!!!… I forgot my pillow!”

We lost sympathy after a while.

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*as the movie restarts halfway through*

Peter: “How many times are we going to watch this movie?”

me: “Three hundred and seventy…”

Peter: O_o

me: “…one.”

Peter: “NOOOOOOOO!”

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Take a picture! [Peter]

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Bryan: *comes past carrying some energy drink* “This stuff is gross.”

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(some guy on the bus) “I am NOT apologizing for beaning anyone with my backpack.”

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Caleb (Psalm2): *walks up and joins us (finally) in front of the Air and Space* *sticks tongue out and looks as if he feels like dying*

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Man: *handing out brochures*

us: *all refusing as we’re supposed to*

Man: “They’re in English! Take some!”

us: *crack up and walk away*

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Sam: “I got it! I got it!”

everyone: “You’re the judge!”

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us: “SAM! Do you think we’re all nuts?”

Sammy McG: “YES!”

Sam: *ignores* * a minute later* “Were you asking if I though you all were crazy?”

me: *nods*

Sam: “No. Just Peter. :D”

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Peter: “It’s a good song for when you’re happy.”

Noelle: “No, it’s a good song for when you’re sad.”

Peter: “Yeah.”

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Sam: “I wanna be a REAL BOY!”

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We interrupt this post to bring you a few photos.

It’s the moon! Take a picture!

Um… right. (Peter: “WHAT????”)

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There was also this whole, long, extremely dragged out thing on the way to DC where Peter made the terrible mistake of singing one line of what is apparently a Hannah Montana song… and then he put on my earmuffs… and he heard about it the rest of the day… and tonight at youth group… and…

Then there was the Peter everything. Peter Product, which changes into whatever liquid you want. (It came in handy when TJ decided to assassinate Peter and it turned into acid mid sip.) Peterbutter and jelly sandwiches. Then they were all laughing so hard that every time anyone said anything, someone else would say, “It’s a Peter _________!” and they’d all laugh again. Noelle literally turned purple from lack of oxygen.

Sam: “Peter. I recommend that you take a walk. Get a hobby. Get a job.”

me: “Yes. Like trying on straitjackets.”

Sam: “Yes.”

After I got home, I was talking to Griffin (we had seen his younger brother Gabe in DC. Weirdness.)

Griffin: Tired?

me: Shall we say that I do not run as well as you do on four hours of sleep?

Griffin: Yes.

Griffin: Let’s.

me: This is a very braindead conversation, if I’m going to dignify it by calling it a conversation.

Griffin: You shouldn’t.

Unfortunately, it is a common result of the March for Life. We all are, as Caleb McG put it, feeling rather like bleh.

Goodnight.