Day 115: Low Flying Birds

Boca is a strange place. Every time I come back to this town, something's changed. Usually it's Powerline Road. It's fun to watch this road get stupider and stupider as they do "construction" on it. Over the past year or so it has gotten progressively more nonsensical. I don't even think you can call it a road anymore. It's an asphalt junkyard that the government allows us to drive on, though really, why would we want to?

Anyways, I came back for my friend Veronica's 21st birthday. It's been a long time since I've seen her or any of my other hometown friends. She had been in Peru for a month or so, and Dubno was on an equally long journey through Europe (jealous!!!). It was time to reunite the gang.

I think there was a plan for the night, but we kind of just drove around and went where the night took us. A five minute go-cart ride didn't really seem like it was worth 8 bucks, so we ditched that idea. Eco Yogurt is what a night club rave slash frozen yogurt stand will look like in the future. It's also what it looks like already. Trippiest place I've been in a while, thanks for sharing it with me gang.

They changed the name of Don Carter's, AGAIN. Nobody called it Boca Bowl anyway, but who is seriously gonna call it "Strikes"? Next time I come back it's gonna be called "That Place Where You Go Bowling".

The party moved along to Deerfield Beach to watch the meteor shower. I can tell you exactly how many meteors I saw: ONE =( I should have been paying more attention. At midnight Veronica turned twenty-one, we all sang and scared everybody else away from the beach. A fun way to end the night.

For every time we falter there is one who picks us up
Forces us to carry on
Underneath the stars

Song: "Underneath the Stars" by Kate Rusby. Quiet folk/ acoustic song.