I'm still trying to decide on a name for it, though, so if any of you guys have any ideas, suggestions are welcome in the comments! I'm going for, say, a "fighter jet" kind of name, like "The Crimson Blur" or something.
No, sorry, it was a little black lab puppy, named Cameron. I kind of adore dogs, so I was around her for a lot of the evening. She has the dog mindset of "the world is my chew toy," but I was all right with her gnawing on my hand as long as she didn't bite. I found I could call her by wiggling my fingers near the ground, and she would scamper towards them with her quirky little skip-walk.
I was told there would be pizza.
What really happened was that after walking around, we ended up eating at some place that served really cruddy burgers. Then, instead of immediately returning to the safety and comfort of our friend's beach house, my mom decided we should see more of the city. I was already drained from all of this excursioning, but my mother would not be appeased. So we walked. We ended up at some old mansion on the shore, and thankfully, soon after we went back to our abode.
I ordered one of their sandwiches, but I get really serious about my sandwiches. By the time I had finished customizing it, it was a completely different sandwich. Nevertheless, it was really good. Afterwards, I had this crazy awesome cupcake. I know, I didn't think it was possible for cupcakes to be crazy awesome either, until I tried this one. It was a vanilla cupcake with cream cheese frosting...
With OREOS.
IN THE FROSTING.
Tell me that isn't the craziest awesomest cupcake you've ever heard of.
We were going to take the train, but we saw a trolley at the station going where we were headed. It seemed much nicer, plus it was free. So we hopped on, not knowing that the trolley went at a constant speed of about 7.5 miles per hour. We went 50 minutes on the trolley before we got on the train. When we finally got to Bayside, the park was very crowded, and there seemed to be some sort of event going on.
As it turned out, this rapper called Pitbull was having this big New Year's Eve concert with a bunch of other artists, including Claire's favorite singer, Shawn Mendes. Claire freaked out, and wanted to stay for this concert, which was the opposite of what I wanted to do. I just wanted to go home and lie down with a good book, but we had gone there to get dinner. We ended up at a noisy, grimy restaurant that I didn't like at all. Eventually, my dad went with me back home, and my mom stayed with Claire to see the concert. When Mom and Claire got back from the concert, we went out and watched a hotel's New Year fireworks, drinking some sparkling apple cider.
I'd like to thank you guys, my readers, for reading the stuff I've written these past two years. Without your loyalty and support, none of this would be possible. So, thank you!!!
I know my posting has been a bit spotty this past year, so this year I resolve to post more! So, stay tuned, and have a happy new year!