Love in the Time of Nausea

Let me tell you about a food that I don't like. The food in question isn't at fault for me not liking it. In fact, the first time I tried it was great. But alas, we all know how love can fade away and die. It ended up taking all of five minutes for my love of this food to die, but don't tell me that love can't fade quickly. It's a real shame that this love had to die, though. But I guess it is better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all. This tale of lost love will be sure to bring a tear to your eye, and release thousands of butterflies into your stomach. But unfortunately, my stomach no longer houses butterflies. Not since the end of my short-lived affair with the delightful spread called hummus.

This story begins like many of my stories do... At Kate's house. Kate, AJ, Aaron, and I were all hanging out. We were looking for something fun to do. So being the genius that I am, I suggested a late night picnic at Meckauer Park in Bethel. This is always a fun thing to do on a warm summer night, because there are about a billion fireflies that just hang out in the park, and it's probably one of the most gorgeous things I've ever seen. So we agree on my great idea, pack up some disgusting animal crackers, pita bread, some roasted red pepper hummus, and raspberry lemonade, and head out on our adventure to Meckauer Park. Also, Meckauer Park closes at sundown, so we were earning major badass points by going at night. But we got there, and we chilled out on the playground set while Aaron performed some sort of play that he made up on the spot. I don't remember what it was about, but I think he was a tree. Not sure. But after Aaron finished, and received a standing ovation, we went to check out the fireflies. They weren't nearly as good as when I first saw them, but it was still pretty neat. Then we began the picnic. We all tried the animal crackers, but they were no good. They were "organic" or something. But really, they just sucked. So we all ended up huddling over the pita and hummus. Now this was my first time trying hummus, so I was a little skeptical. Nothing about hummus looks very appetizing, really. But I dove in, and I ended up loving it. The four of us ended up making very short work of that delicious, roasted red pepper hummus. Then we all washed it down with some raspberry lemonade. And being the youthful, energetic, young adults that we are, we took over the playground. Yes, we were swinging on swings, sliding down slides, monkeying on monkey bars. We were on top of the world. In fact, AJ and I did climb to the top of the tallest spire on the jungle gym where some very homoerotic pictures were taken. It was a sight to behold, for sure. Then I had the great idea of going on the tire swing and having AJ spin me around very fast. Oh, it was lots and lots of fun... for about a minute. Then I started feeling sick to my stomach. So I told AJ to stop, I got out of the tire, stumbled around for a bit, and... never ended up puking. I tell the most anticlimactic stories. I swear to jah. But I still felt like shit for awhile. I had to take it easy, and do all of the boring little kid things on the jungle gym for the rest of the night. If I had continued to live fast, the contents of my stomach would definitely have died young. AJ also ended up finding a neat truck that some kid must have left at the park. But eventually we all left for Kate's house and had rough sex until the sun came up (Not true... or is it?). Ever since that night I have not been able to enjoy hummus. I always associate it with Aaron's horrible tree play. That's not true, either. Aaron's play was a masterpiece. I do associate hummus with being sick to my stomach and wanting to blow chunks, though. What do we call this, my psychologist readers? That's right! Pavlovian Conditioning. So I can't eat hummus anymore all because this Pavlov guy was a jerk to some dogs. What a god damn shame. But I guess that's how these things go. I'll never eat hummus again, and those dogs will continue searching for food that will never come every time they hear a bell. All things considered, that was a pretty great night, though. If I had to judge whether or not it was worth it, I'd definitely say it was. There are other, better spreads out there. Well good. I feel much better now that this is all out in the open.

Did I bring any tears to any eyes with that story? Probably. What a great way to celebrate my 20th post. That's right, everyone. I made it to 20 entries. Aren't you all proud of me? I know I'm proud of me. I won't ask for gifts like I did with my 10th entry, but I certainly won't turn them down, either. I watched a movie about assisted suicide in French-speaking Switzerland in one of my classes today called Exit: The Right To Die. It was a pretty neat documentary. Europeans like to make jokes about dying. But it's good to see that they're comfortable with mortality. I wish most Americans didn't think they were going to live forever. But whatever. In the end of the documentary, they showed the assisted suicide of some woman that you met in the beginning. It was a pretty well-made documentary. I recommend it if you're interested at all in euthanasia. Alright. Well I think that's it from me for tonight. I'm going to go harass message board kids. See you all tomorrow!