THE TREK

We decided to take a look at the map (if you don't understand then you never will) and see the directions to Amanda's house. We left at about 1:30 pm. The trip there was pretty uneventful but when we arrived we dicided against our better judgement to ring the doorbell. The door opened up and there was Amanda. She was not happy. Her mom was though. I would like to say that Amanda's mom was very nice. Amanda's mom invited us into the house. Amanda said no. So we spent some time outside with Amanda. I fell down her steps a couple of times while laughing hysterically. Then our clever friend John Ivey asked Amanda what time it was. Amanda turned around to check the time when John Ivey ran through the door and said, "Thanks for finnaly inviting us in, Amanda." Amanda however had predicted this using her phycic abilities. So Alex came in and we started making fun of Amanda. HA HA HA. Then we found out it was 2:25 pm. We had to get back by 3:00 pm. So we said our farewell's (not really though) and left. As we were walking down the road some guy in this junked up car decided (this is where John Ivey starts writing) to get his kicks by throwing a full plastic cup of lemonade at us. However since the car was going 40 mph, the cup missed us by about 45 feet. Once again against our better judgement we decided to chase the "junked up" car flicking him off repeatedly. However since the car was going 40 mph we couldn't catch it and when we threw the cup (from about 50 yards behind it) it missed worse than the other shmoes throw. (Alex resumes writing) After that rathar comical incident we dicided once again against our better judgement to take a "shortcut". Well, we did have to cut our way through. There was this big wooded area and we thought we might be a shortcut. There were lots of thorns and creeks and mud and after about 20 minutes of treking through this marsh-like area we found ourselves at the place at the end of a dead end road about 5 minutes from where we had started. Oh well, we had a more urgent matter. It was 2:55 pm and John Ivey was about to die of thirst. So we marched along happily ingnorant of our enpending doom when we came to a park with a water fountain. While John Ivey was inhaling water I was looking at a spider infested monkey doll. No joke. It was really a monkey doll, and, plus it really was infested with spiders. (once again the world renowned author John Ivey resumes writing) Alex suffered numerous Spider bites but our trip to the NC poisen center was uninforming and inconclusive. By the time we left Alex was finally acting half-sober and we finished our trek to Al's house. By the time we got there it was 3:15 pm.