On Wednesday night my dad's boss and six of his friends came to our house for dinner. Why? They are all cyclists, and they were taking a trip from Walnut Creek through Monterey with their final destination in Malibu, CA. They were all very nice and they all seemed to be pretty cool guys. My father made 8lbs of meatballs and a vat of sauce, and we had some of the best spaghetti ever created. Dessert was two cheesecakes, a chocolate and a vanilla/lemon. Now, you'd expect that it couldn't get much better then that, but oh, you are so wrong. I slept so well that night it was ridic, and was completely energized for the last day of school in the week. Man, did that feel good.
I NEED MORE QUESTIONS. ASK ME SOMETHING, ANYTHING.
PS - This wasn't late, stupid Blogger didn't post it again.
-Bobby
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PS Mmmm.... meatballs :)
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