In no particular order.
One Time, we got up at an ungodly hour of the morning, before school. It was pitch black and very cold. For no reason other than that it was unusual, we piled in to a car and drove to the nearest Denny’s. We sat and talked and laughed and sang, and ate food. When we had all paid, we squeezed back into the car, drove back to Olympus, and slept.
Another time, we decided to hold a Christmas party. some people brought gifts, some people brought food. some people brought only themselves, and each was fine. We sang and danced and chose pictures of each other. we watched Disney movies, and then we slept.
We performed in Urinetown.
Once, Two of us sat in the dark basement, playing System Shock 2. One more person watched, and when she got bored, called someone else to join us. The computers hummed alone in the corner, as we spent the rest of our available time laying around on the couch, just talking.
Many times, we went garage sailing. We didn’t always find what we wanted or needed. We didn’t always buy things that worked, or had all of their parts.
Twice now, We’ve spent a couple of days canoeing on the Current River with our choir teacher. Sometimes it was beautiful, other times the weather raged around us. A stick was broken from a branch, carved, and made into a flag.
We spent a week hanging out with a pair of newcomers to our strange, dysfunctional group. We stayed up far too late, talking, listening to music, and viciously fighting each other.
We worked on a paper route, rolling the papers up tightly and putting them in to red sleeves so that they would be ready to be launched from the van far too early in the morning. We watched movies and television shows old and new, and listened to songs too far too many times.
We went to the City Museum with my little brother, and explored the roof.
During the summer, one of our newer friends more or less moved in, opening up and entrusting us with her troubles.
We drove to Prom. We drove back from Prom.
Our choir spent nearly a week in Colorado Springs. we bought absurd weaponry, won our competition, and spent a day in the Garden of the Gods.
prior to the existence of Olympus or the Denizens, I rode a bus to Dallas with my choir. I slept on the floor.
The choir took a bus to New York, and I perched on a chair in the dark bus, observing everything.
I went to the sewer.
We went to the sewer as a group.
One morning, a number of us got up at an ungodly hour of the morning to kidnap a member of our group for her birthday. we went in to her house, attacked her, took her to the car, and drove to iHOP. along the way, we danced, far too tired and far too awake to think rationally about very much. we ate, left, and drove back to Olympus, exhausted. We arrived, and we slept until it was time for school.
I worked overnights at a grocery store, bringing everything to the front of the shelves. I listened to podcasts and music, and finished with enough time to start the morning bookkeeper’s work, and make her coffee. I went to Olympus, slept until school, went, came back, and slept some more.
With a somewhat different group, we watched a movie, drove to taco bell, and returned to watch Doctor Horrible’s Sing-along Blog.
We spent a night hanging out with one group of friends, and when they had to leave, were joined by a completely different group.
I stayed up far too late, laying around talking to someone.
I talked on the phone for three hours.
We visited the zoo, and I created a sting-fish. I don’t know how to spell his name.
A friend’s boyfriend joined her one day to visit us. He began to come down to Olympus to play videogames when he finished school.
We cleaned the entire basement, and moved everything around.
part of our group drove back to Olympus, while three of us walked back to a house first. we spent some time sitting around, watching someone try to consume celery and peanut butter.
Two of our number had a sleepover, and I joined up for a few hours when I got off work at midnight. we sat around and talked.
We convened for a movie night. Afterwords, we sat around and talked for hours.
We stayed up all night playing Team Fortress 2, eating Beef Jerky and Orios, and drinking pink lemonade, before going to throw papers. I got sick and threw up outside of the van. I called in sick to work, slept all day, and had a dream.
Three of us took blankets out to the trampoline, and huddled up for warmth.
While some of our number were away, we took chalk and walked to each of their houses, and drew on their driveways. We found a hidden path
A few of us were commissioned to protect one of our houses from would-be attackers with toilet paper. We hid in the bushes for hours, and the only people that showed up were two who would eventually join us in our bizarre little family.
Through careful application of science, social engineering, and stuff, we built up a community of people, and a place for them to be happy, whether through Guitar Wizard, cuddling in the dark, fighting under the schizophrenic blinkings of the strobe light, talking beneath the glow of the christmas lights, watching movies, playing Team Fortress 2, sleeping, eating, modifying weaponry, shooting each other with said weaponry, endlessly organizing that weaponry, jumping from couch to chair to floor to other couch, throwing the specially designed keyboard because that motherfucking goddamned sonofabitch shot me in the back for the thirtieth fucking time, singing along to the ever changing, and yet never changing playlist running off of the computer attached to the jury-rigged system installed by our own, or nearly whatever else one could come up with.
We didn’t change the world. all of the pieces on the board continued their march towards the inevitable end of the game. We don’t know what will happen in the future. but you know what? For these few, fleeting moments in time, we were happy.
