One Last Week

So, theres only one week left in this summer, so Pat and I decided to quit wasting our time with sleeping and eating and just live the dream for one last week. Pat even paid EY just so he wouldnt have to work. Anyway, we spent our first two days haning around Hermosa with the Amato crew painting fences, buzzing more heads, and visiting Venice Beach. Our next stop was Santa Barbara to meet up with Wild Turkey and the softball team. We had a double header tonight. I started in center field. The next day we decided to pick it up a little and continue the week by going to Lake Mead with Dirty and his roommate Blake. In which case, one of the funniest random moments of my life happened on the ride. So, we stopped to get gas about an hour away from the Lake and Pat drives into the Jack In the Box drive through for some tacos. It takes about 15 minutes for the seniorita to take our order. I wasn't even mad though. So, we dont think much of it and we are waiting for our food at the window. Its been a while since we ordered and the guy behing us started getting a little ticked off because the ladies dont even know english, French, or how to use the credit card machine. So, as we sit there this guy just keeps getting hungrier and hungrier until finally he gets out of his car and just power strides right next to our truck by the drive through window and starts yelling and cussing at the women behind the counter. Hes pretty mad, kinda impatient, reaks of alcohol, and hasn't eaten for houuurrrrs. It was super intense. He then calmly returned to his car leaving all of usrather surprised and scared as we burst into unbelievable laughter. Anyway, we finally got our food, and someone else's food, and someone else's orange pop, and the double order of tacos we didnt order - all for $3.20. To top it all off though, the clincher - Blake takes a look in the bag and just throws his arms up in disgust acting like they screwed up our order. As if it was scripted, Blake provokes the man enough to act quick and sprint directly to the order window. Now hes mad. He's pissed actually. "Helloooo? Is there a manager herreee!!!?? Hellooooo?" and the points at the little Mexican ladies and says, "You guys suck!" and caps it off with a nice fbomb. And thats when we peeled out and drove as fast as we could away from him. You should probably check out the youtube video of it for a better laugh.
We made it to Blake's trailer around bedtime and read eachother some stories. The next two days we spent in the middle of nowhere. But it was absolutely amazing. We were in 100 degree whether surrounded by red rocks and huge catfish. There were a total of 2 other people on the whole lake and im pretty sure they left too after Dirty's monkey butt hangs. So, with no one left to worry about around us, Pat and I spent our time watching Blake and Mark wake board as we failed miserably. But, our wake boarding entertainment didnt last long because a crazy 3 inch break covered the lake. Instead we took a much needed rest on the beach and played some horse shoes and hung out in our life jackets. So basically, our two days of Blake Mead consisted of relaxing on the boat, relaxing in the trailer, relaxing turkey burgers, and some intense card playing. We also had Dirty Mark Dancing, diving off the boat, and high speed reading sessions.
Two and a half days on Blake Mead led us straight to our second hometown - Las Vegas! Without Jingle's around to tour us of the city, we took it onto ourselves to head straight to the Hard Rock pool and put on our very own cannonball show. They didnt like us. But they let us stay and relax some more, pounded some now famous hater-ade, caught a fashion show with Fobolous, and a very interesting meal at Pink Taco.
We finally made a return to our hotel room to find Blake napping, Dirty running around naked for some reason, and our favorite Smeagol. Smeagol came to town to re-energize the group and show us how to bring down the house Bulfin-style at the casino.
So, i guess nothing has changed over the past 4 years since these old men were in college. P-Dog and Smeagol are still getting kicked out of bars, and then sneeking back in, Mark still tells girls they have cute ears, and Pat forgetting our room number and almost breaking down someone elses door before Blake saved him. Good timing.
Welp, it had to come to an end sometime, and that time was right about now. We returned to Tron and the bachelor pad in one piece. This marked my summer down to 12 hours. 12 hours! A sad thought. And soon enough it was time to say goodbye to all that was summer. It was actually a sad moment when i realized i would never get to the entertainment of Jorge running on the treadmill, my couch friend mouse, meathead quote master Tron8000i, and all the adventures of Dirty, Pelner, UK, and P-Dog. Goodbye summer of fun.
Instead of returning to my life long home on Bexton Drive, I returned to Ohio to find out that we actually did move. Hmm. Well, its a big house and Coop hasnt died yet, so thats good enough for me. So, for the next five days i just puttered around the house until i was told to go to school.