This weekend is Amy’s birthday again. This means that she is not one year older in the span of less than a month! We’ve developed a rapid aging protein that causes… Absolutely nothing! This also means that she hasn’t aged again, which is good since she just had a birthday. On Saturday, the first day of Birthday II, we took a trip to the evil land of Cleve. There we fought off viciously bad drivers and dodged seagull poop as we crossed the field of green wrath towards the geometrically insane hall of rock. Within its depth we found treasures galore: costumes of unimaginable bad taste, records of blue power, videos of past glory, and lots of music. From there we struggled through howling winds to take an instant painting of Amy and Ginny stading by a mighty instrument covered in butterflies and eventually returned to our craft, to swifty cover Cleve’s domain again.
We found ourselves before a restaurant of power, wherein we gorged ourselves upon the flesh of cow, devouring the fried potatoes of might and conquering the deserts of justice! We left feeling very full and like we had just come from Australia. Finally it was time to deliver our friend back to her home amidst this terrifying land. Departure was sorrowful, but Amy vowed to return. Afterwards, a slow and treacherous trip back to the City of Grove was commenced and we soon reached our warm safe bed.
It was a 1337 day.
