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the day was june 25th, 2005. the event? august/estherfest 2005. the celebration of birthdays was convenient today, as it was also the birthday of our good friend, and esther's dad's birthday, MARC. oh marc. we miss you.
the fest began at the house of august griffin. we played piano. we sang the ewok celebration song. we played big bopper and dominated the trampoline.
alison, i know this world is killing you. alison: my everything.
esther, your cheerleading career is over because of your flexed feet.
big bopper <3
babe, you are the coolest dog evor.
so then we went to centennial.
we played a superawesome volleyball game (where i cut my toe open). we had a sand sculpture contest that my team won (buddha, love, disco, man meat...how could that not win!?).
before i had to leave to go for dinner with my grandparents, allie, aretha and i went digging for clams.
BAD IDEA LADIES.
I HATE CLAMS. I WILL NEVER DIG FOR A CLAM IN MY LIFE EVER AGAIN. THEY HAVE SHARP SHELLS. THEY WILL CUT YOU REALLY BAD. MY FINGER WILL NEVER BE THE SAME AGAIN (okay so it's sort of healing...) THAT WAS SO DEEP AND PAINFUL I SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN STITCHES.
GROSS GROSS GROSS GROSS.
then we broke it down for another few minutes before i departed.
then i bizzounced. sure i was bloody and gross and salty, but i went home to chill with my grandparents.
what did we do at our belated father's day dinner? we watched the football game, and footloose.
hot hot hot hot. it's always a party at the van der Hoop's.
