Sarah and I ventured over to Girard Park because...well I drive by it almost every day and had never been...it's vast and green lawns, large, duck-filled lake, and squeaky swings seemed to be calling to me across town.

There were a few ducks that seemed almost cross-bred...and of course, the R.O.U.S.'s, I mean Nurtria. They are actually kinda cute...beavers with rat tails. The ducks were scarier, and the GEESE, ohmygosh, had a glare in their eye and were out for blood...or algae. There were some hipsters playing the bongoes, people jogging and riding their bikes, and children playing. Sarah and I plopped down on a ziggurat structure and watched the powerline sunset. Afterward we attacked the jungle gym and I got sick on the swings. The swings, I discovered, a childhood activity best left for children. Then I was attacked by bugs.
I am not complaining. I am sooo going back after I have recovered. Maybe earlier in the day for a picnic or bbq. Sarah tells me there are some pretty amazing festivals that take place in Girard Park. Can't wait!! Must remember a blanket next time, and a long sleeve shirt.
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