The rock climbing story; 400 feet til death.

Well W. Azam, if you didn't read the earlier blogs Pasta isn't his real name, it's Mr. Tortellini which is a type of Pasta. Still strange yes but sensible. With your odd curiosity for Pasta's rock climbing story I was forced to ask him about it yesterday which was really awkward and uncomfortable. I am trying to remember exactly what he said so some things may be a bit off. It went like this.

Darkangel14: Ummm Pasta (Mr. Tortellini) I was wondering if you could tell me about your mountain climbing trip again.
Pasta: (gives me a weird look) Why?
Darkangel14: I just thought that maybe there was some hidden meaning or something that I didn't get out of it the first time.
Pasta: (gives me a look like 'are you insane' and to confirm my suspicions says) Not really but I'll you it again. (takes deep breath) a couple years ago I was going hiking with my family in the rocky mountains.
I had failed geography so I asked,' Where's that?'
Pasta: Its in Colorado. We were visiting some family there and decided to go visit the mountain range. So we were going hiking but the family decided to stay behind this time and I decided to go rock climbing. I was half up the peak when, ( he made this weird snip crack rumple sound) the grappling hook slipped a bit from the rock it was latched onto. A couple rocks fell past me. I tried to climb up faster to get the top before the hook came off completely. A few feet later the hook moved again and I feared that I would never make it to the top. When I was a little more then half way there the hook came off completely and I was free falling thousands of feet. right before i was about to hit the bottom my hook latched on to something and I was hanging about 400 feet above the ground. After that I decided never to go rock climbing.
Darkangel14: Hmmmm
So that's it, Pasta's life threatening rock climbing story. So after my session with pasta we went home and past by the gas station where this guy is always selling something different. Some days it's fish out of his truck or ribs. Other days it's funeral plants and used cars. Today it was living room furniture couches in particular. The kind of old fashion ones you see in movies from the 1900's. I wanted to go look at it but my insane neighbor Mr. W(something Wilson, Withers, Wakefield? I really don't know) was there and I really didn't feel like talking to him about his son Sam he thinks I would be the perfect match for. I've never met Sam and I don't plan on it. Mr W is always mowing his lawn in themed boxers. Last time I saw them they were Teenage mutant ninja turtles. Not my favorite thing to see at 9 o clock in the morning but makes a fun game when I'm insanely bored.
Jessie finally called me last night and apoligized for wating so long. Apparently he was doing family stuff. Is everyone having Family week and I'm just out of the loop? He couldn't talk long and asked me if i wanted to go with him to the movies some time this week and we decided to go out on friday. After I got off the phone mom got all guilty bad mother on me and said that she was spending to much time working and whatever mothers do when there not with their kids and that she's neglected me by letting me spend most of my time with Pasta or on the computer or other stuff. So she was all like 'we're going to go out to dinner tonight so you can tell me all about your life, blah blah blah.' So we went to Red lobster and I was like 'YAY!' And i told her about what I spend my time doing and accidentally told her about Jessie and I went 'uggggg' and she was like 'Oh so when am i going to meet this guy' and again I went 'ugggg' and then we sat in silence for a while enjoying the bread before our food came and I changed the subject to her and she told me about how she met this guy named Rick and how he was soooo great and and i went 'uggg' again because I really didn't need to know about my mother's developing love life. She got the idea and let me buy chocolate cake to-go and everything was right in the world. well at least my world :)

24 days until success