It's a Line That's Always Running

So I have these two cousins. Actually I have about forty. But these two in particular will be the topic for the day. Their names are Michelle and Eric, and we sorta grew up together. I say sorta because we lived about a thousand miles apart, but we spent a good month together every summer from the ages of twelve to eighteen. Sarah and I would go to Chicago for two weeks and then they'd come to Dallas for the same length of time.*

The time the four of us spent together was always awesome. When we were in Chicago, we'd swim every day and run around the neighborhood screaming like the little hoodlums that we were. When they came to Dallas, we'd spend our days sitting in front of the air conditioning vents because it was too hot to set foot outdoors. So what is there to do during the summer in Texas besides melt into the couch? Play Nintendo 64 like it's hot. (Pun very much intended.) I'm pretty sure I've spent more of my life playing MarioKart with Sarah, Eric and Michelle than I've spent reading or learning.

Since we've become "adults" (and I use that term as loosely as possible), we don't see each other as much. Sarah and I ran off to Colorado so we could stop showering, Eric went off to film school and Michelle's a big-time nurse, so you can imagine my delight when we all found ourselves together again over the weekend. We decided to dust off the old N64 for old times' sake. It was just like we were kids again...if we'd had really, really dirty mouths when we were kids. I'm pretty sure I saw Yoshi covering his little green dino-ears at one point in an effort to shut out all the bad words that were flying every which way.

In an interesting-only-if-you're-me development, my parents bequeathed me the N64! So if you enjoy the juxtaposition of adorable cartoon characters and exceptionally salty language, come on over and we'll throw down on some MarioKart.

P.S. Eric's birthday is tomorrow. Everyone should throw eggs at him. Wait, eggs are for Easter. I think Eric's birthday means cake. Everyone should throw cake at him.

*They didn't really live in Chicago and we didn't really live in Dallas. I'm not changing the city names for privacy reasons...I'm just changing them because I'm pretty sure most of you have no idea where Plainfield, IL and Wylie, TX are. I'M DOING THIS FOR YOU.