Yesterday we went to the Saturday Farmer's Market where I made fun of the group of hippies that were singing "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds" but Larry seemed to think I was being non-accepting of Eugene (I had said "Jesus Larry...it's not 1967 anymore" and he said "Hey! This is Eugene!") So I will TRY to be nice to the hippies, I promise! There was also a dude playing old-timey songs on a banjo and I really liked that. I bought some beautifully packaged (and delicious smelling) soaps from a vendor..one is lilac, one is a scent I can't describe (it's just called Parisienne...It smells sort of like violets and candy and apricots and roses) and the other is roseberry, which smells like raspberries and roses...we also got some raspberries and some honey. They have really great produce at this market!
Then we drove around for an hour (Larry was lost) until we found his co-workers house who was having a BBQ. Several of his co-workers were there. I love how he always introduces me: "This is my girlfriend, Stacey"...like he's proud of that. I don't why that makes me happy. I guess other guys I've been with (even husbands) have been bad about saying that sort of thing. I ate alot of yummy food (too much food..had to unbutton that top button on my jeans and felt like just taking my belt entirely off)...we played several games of croquet (croquette?) and that was fun. I suck of course but I tryed my best! I hadn't played croquet since I was a kid. We used to do it alot in our backyard! Then we came back here and gassed each other out on the couch (damn baked beans!) and watched some show about game show bloopers and we started "Reefer Madness" but we just weren't into it and we were really tired (cuz we had stayed up until 4 am the night before) and we were both asleep at 10 pm. I actually didn't get out of bed until 11 am..that's 13 hours in bed...DAMN! Oh, I had to tell this group of 12-year-old boys on the bus who Winston Churchill was. They were jokingly saying that he was a famous rapper..ha ha.
