Quentin: 7

 Why Don't Dogs Drive Cars?

    6:55 pm

    "Blog Day, I'm late on the reminder" 

    "We switched... it's your day" 

7:03 pm

    I take a quick shower and ponder what my blog will be about as we all do, I have a really good idea but it'll take much longer than I have time for at the moment. My favorite thing to do on this blog is just write about stuff as it comes, we all know I love some slice of life. With that being said I decide to just take notes of the rest of my night's activities to give you all a glimpse. 

    (I didn't really consistently note the time for everything so just bear with me)

    I hop out of the shower, realizing my hamartia (my laziness) has gotten the best of me again. Draped in nothing but a towel, I walk down the stairs and out to my car to get my laundry out of the backseat. My hamper has been stationed in the backseat since I left Palm Harbor last night at 8. I throw on the Minnesota Vikings shirt I pilfered from Nathan, some pants, and saddle up in August's passenger seat. 

7:12 pm

    As we venture to Trader Joe's I look down at my phone, "Are you ready to play soon?" From Ryan Powers.

"OMW to trader joes, ETA: 7:45." 

"PoG." 

    August and I have an affinity for the Orange Chicken at Tjoes. 100 grams of protein for 5 bucks is just insane. While there we load the basket with the usual suspects, veggie fried rice, Greek Yogurt, granola, eggs, hash browns, blueberries, orange juice, but we also add a newcomer, Golden Berries. They sound awesome, August was theorizing that the cumquat had rebranded because of low demand, I thought that sounded reasonable. All I needed to do now was check off my final item on the list: Look At The Greeting Cards. For just 99 cents these greeting cards are just a good time man, I got a nice fun blank one with a cat on it, then my eyes were drawn to a card with two dogs hanging out of the window of a car. 

    "Why Don't Dogs Drive Cars" etched on the top of the card. Eager to find the answer I removed the plastic sleeve and opened the card with purpose. On the inside? No words. 

I looked at August who was witnessing the whole event unfold, our joint gaze shared one emotion, bewilderment. For a moment I theorized, perhaps the punchline had to do with them being colorblind? No. They can't parallel bark? Also no. 

    Feel free to ponder it yourself while you read the rest of the blog. 

    I threw the card in my handbasket and we went on our merry way. Abetted by the sweet tunes of Jim Croce, we made it back home, and did all the grocery put away stuff. 

7:47 pm 

    I texted Ryan that I was on, and joined him on Discord for our bi-weekly wingman session. Sometimes we're gods amongst men, other times were serfs amongst kings, tonight was the latter. Before getting into games he turned on his facecam and showed me Raechel and Finn behind him on the bed, we had a cup-filling conversation about life and her new job at a hotel in Epic Universe (passholders suck) before booting up CS. The first two games I tried to take notes in between the rounds but it ended up being mostly garbage. We lost both games 3-9, tough start. During the second game, however, August came into my room with a bowl of orange chicken and fried rice. What an angel. I had half of it during game two and then went downstairs to eat the rest with him at the table. We watched the Friday Beers crew play DND, after laughing heartily at Liam say "I'm gonna use my stealth to hand him drugs," I went back upstairs to reconvene with Ryan. Game 3 started mostly the same as 1 and 2. At half we were down 2-6, felt bad until both Ryan and I couldn't stop clutching. Our teamwork had finally clicked and after a furious comeback from 2-8, we finished the game in a 8-8 tie. I'll take a tie 7 days to Sunday (idk if that's a saying). We played a swift play Valorant (I hope it catches on with him, it won't) and he got off for the night. 

10:33 pm

    "I mean just let me know ever" 

    "Ummm like when" 

    Six minutes later it was Chris and I in discord, ready to play some Valorant. We played some ridiculous comp games. He tried out Raze, I played a game as Sage and did absolutely nothing the whole time except laugh. He carried as Iso, I carried as Neon, we had a goooooooood sesh. The last two hours we made a Spotify Jam and listened to a combination of underground UK rap and calm classical music. At 2 am Chris made it to SILVER LETS GOO.

    We ended our night after we befriended a Chinese man in a swift play and promised to play with him tomorrow night. 

3 am

    I climbed into bed, after a good night of games and groceries, still pondering that Dog Joke. What was the answer? Why wasn't it on the inside. Why didn't I check the other cards to see if it was a misprint? Just kidding, after August and I contemplated for a little bit too long, we realized we had read the card wrong. There's not a question mark, but an exclamation point, also Dog and Don't are switched. "Why Dogs Don't Drive Cars!" and it's just because they stick their head out the window. 

    We laughed way harder at that realization than if it had actually been a joke, so I'll call it a wash.