chindo dog
i got up early today (like 7:00am and 9:00am), but i kept going back to sleep. my whole body was sore from the damn golf outing. hands, arms, back, stomach... i'm a fucking mess.
pops and i took a trip to chicago to pick up my passport. it was a quick pick-up, only taking about 5 min in the building, so we decided on lunch in chinatown. we ate at seven treasures, where we both had noodles with won tons, but he had his with beef stew and i had mine with shrimp dumplings. we also had a side of chinese broccoli. fucking delicious.
at 3:30pm, we left the city and got stuck in a 2 hour commute back home.
i tried to catch up with some shit, but danny and i had to go to sports authority to buy some gear for the europe trip.
then, while out, aymeei calls because her chindo dog, named chindo, died today. so guess what? danny and i had to go to her house to wrap up the dog to take it to the vet for disposal. it would've been fine if the dog were in view, but we had to move some lumber, doors, and windows, leaning against a shed, to extract poor chindo out from under the shed. i was scared because i wasn't sure if chindo was really dead, so with some apprehension, i tried to pet her gently. when i felt around her neck, i could feel that rigor mortis had set in, and she was so cold. danny held the bag as i lifted her in. it was sad and surreal, and not what i was expecting to do on a mild monday night.
as a sign of thanks, aymeei took danny and me out for steak and shake, and i'm disgusted with myself for eating it two days in a row.
pops and i took a trip to chicago to pick up my passport. it was a quick pick-up, only taking about 5 min in the building, so we decided on lunch in chinatown. we ate at seven treasures, where we both had noodles with won tons, but he had his with beef stew and i had mine with shrimp dumplings. we also had a side of chinese broccoli. fucking delicious.
at 3:30pm, we left the city and got stuck in a 2 hour commute back home.
i tried to catch up with some shit, but danny and i had to go to sports authority to buy some gear for the europe trip.
then, while out, aymeei calls because her chindo dog, named chindo, died today. so guess what? danny and i had to go to her house to wrap up the dog to take it to the vet for disposal. it would've been fine if the dog were in view, but we had to move some lumber, doors, and windows, leaning against a shed, to extract poor chindo out from under the shed. i was scared because i wasn't sure if chindo was really dead, so with some apprehension, i tried to pet her gently. when i felt around her neck, i could feel that rigor mortis had set in, and she was so cold. danny held the bag as i lifted her in. it was sad and surreal, and not what i was expecting to do on a mild monday night.
as a sign of thanks, aymeei took danny and me out for steak and shake, and i'm disgusted with myself for eating it two days in a row.
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