Home again, home again, jiggity jig

Well, another sojourn has been successfully completed, this time to the most exotic land of Omaha. At this moment I am sitting in my "very own" living room, watching Aladdin, with my pumpkin bread baking in the oven. Could there be a more believable picture of perfect contentment, to retire to such a haven after the perils of travel have been duly dealt with and conquered? I think not.

Well, as usual, I have had many more adventures and misadventures on this past trip, most notably with my Omaha chums from days of yore (mostly jolly old Eddius (aka Barley Grump-Grump) and the great Hoperston, Funky Chicken extrordinaire). Our first adventure involved much driving around in the car of young Francis before he had to leave for a band trip. Then we traveled throughout the gloriousness of the Hy-Vee before enjoying the dairy-licious pleasure of cookie dough ice cream. The next time I saw these indomitable peers o' mine, after a round of bowling (the sport of kings) it was for a fine sojourn through the desolate wasteland commonly referred to as "cornfield." After exploring and mapping much of these previously uncharted terrain, we happened across an ancient temple, crudely built by some of the ancient inhabitants of this land. After paying the proper respects, we continued on our way. Later that night, we were hanging out in the fine basement domain of Eddius' house and we found ourselves engaged in the fiercest kind of combat w/ the so-called Nerf guns. I am proud to say that I managed to be victorious against Eddius and young Patrick as well. I am one fiesty bug. After some refreshing victuals, we found ourselves at the fine lake of Zorinsky, the landscape of my childhood. On this particular occasion we ended up with a little impromptu late night dance party, fueled by the melodious sounds of Eddius' car's fine stereo. This was a very liberating and ennobling kind of experience, it must be said. I've never danced in a place w/o walls before. Well then, one thing led to another and what with all of our pressing engagments and affairs that we had to attend to in various locations, we remained quite busy until 6:00 in the fine morning.

The next time we got together it was one of the only nice days of weather we enjoyed while in the fair state of Nebraska, a place which the powers that control the weather have chosen to display their extreme displeasure. But that particular day happened to be nice in spite of that, and so once again we wended our way to Zorinsky to enjoy some high class walkings. Not content to follow the beaten path, we soon struck out to do some exploration on our own. We ended up wending our way down a stream, which seemed to be more or less frozen, or so it would seem from its ability to hold us up for quite some time. After we made our way to the other side of the stream, we stumbled upon a fine field of cattails, which we proceeded to disassemble in the most glorious manner. Old cattails have the ability to break apart into a million tiny filaments of fuzz when you break them up, and then they float away on the breezes like snow. It was quite a lot of fun. Then we proceeded to have a fine conversation in which we proceeded to discuss how we could use cattails and other things found in the natural world to convince other people that I had magical powers if I had lived back in the middle ages. The trip back to the car was not w/o event, as we were attacked twice by trolls as we were crossing bridges (where the trolly trolls lurk) but Hope and I decided that we would sacrifice Young Goodman Eddius to their appetite, and we managed to make it safely home.

Well, I feel as though I am not doing nearly a sufficent job of describing the wonders of the glorious city of Omaha, many other marvelous things have occured over the past few days that I have not even begun to set down on paper. For instance, I have not yet begun to wax eloqent on all of the marvelous shindigs that I had w/ my dad. However, the hour grows later and I believe that I have put down all the most dramatic events. I believe that I should quit now before I become any more incoherent. Goodnight.