Hilite – there was scotch. Top drops they called it. 7 Scotches. They had the fancy ones. Now so do I.
Lolite – I broke my walker. It turns out it is actually a rollator because it has wheels. Rollator? What a horrible word. I was attacked by my church. It was as I was leaving. The church obviously felt I needed more church.
Everything else falls within those extremes. Plus I’ll try and avoid horrible spellings like hilite and lolite.
There were comics. They were ok. Nothing to write home a blog about.
I’m reading a book called Pirate Cinema. It isn’t quite grabbing me though.
There was gaming. I won a vicious battle in the Alhambra. I lost to cowardly route stealing in Thurn and Taxis. There might have been a pizza, but I’m not sure as it was all eaten by a single person whose wooden leg shall remain nameless.
Finally there was a movie. I went with Dave and the oddly named #1 and #2. We saw Wreck-it Ralph. I laughed. I got choked up. I laughed some more. It was solidly a kids movie, but many of the side jokes required a knowledge of arcades from 25 years or more ago. I think it would quickly grow old if I had to watch it over and over, as I hear happens with parents, but, seeing it once was a joy.
That is all.