In a mere 20 minutes, I am leaving work to go Catherine and associates in a rowdy game of capture the flag in Prospect Park. I’ve never been there before, nor do I remember the last time I played capture the flag. Oh wait, I think it may have been freshman year at MICA, and it was some kind of cheesy orientation activity, except they had combined it with a waterfight, which actually made it about 30 times more badass. But anyway, this weekend, running around on the beach made me remember how much I like to run around and be all spastic, so here I come capture the flag. I have been sending Catherine text messages all day long about how her stinky smelly loser team is going to lose, and they are! Losers!
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