Whew! I just got home from my week long stint in sunny Florida. Unfortunately, no one that was along for the ride this time was a shutterbug, so I don't have any new awesome drunken pictures.
Last Saturday morning Laura and I hit the road, with warnings from Munchx0r to "make good decisions." At the time, we laughed it off with a "yeah, whatever Mom." Is this foreshadowing? Wait and see!
Anyway, so we headed down I-75 and promptly got stuck in construction traffic near McDunough. We sat parked for about an hour before we finally got moving again. The only other thing of note to happen while driving was that we stopped at a gas station in south Georgia to refuel. Why is this noteworthy? Because I found a keychain that had a pistol that looks like my pistol tattoo and a knife that looks a lot like my crysknife tattoo. It was so weird and awesome that I had to buy it.
That evening we rolled into Orlando and up to the house belonging to these bitches. Or, rather, three of those bitches. Anyway, that evening we just chilled around the house. Nothing too exciting.
Sunday morning Megan Hill and I headed to Chilies to hang out with Megan Murphy and Becky while they were at work. Chilies had a two for one special going on on draft beer and margaritas. After a few hours of that, Laura, her boyfriend John, Megan Hill and I headed to this flea market John had been talking about. Now, this was possibly the best flea market of all time; they not only served beer, but the beer was cheap as hell. I spent the rest of Sunday walking around and looking at weird people and accessories while drinking beer. Fuckin' awesome. That evening, the rest of the group arrived, and we commenced spring break proper.
Monday is when things began to get interesting. First of all, the doorbell rang early that morning. Jeremy checked the peephole and yelled "There's a police officer at the door!" Normally this wouldn't be a problem, but Jeremy had just constructed one of his tortuous gravity bongs int he living room and there was pot lyind around everywhere. So we frantically tried to clean everything up and answered the door, only to find that jeremy was a stoned idiot. It was just the water man.
While the girls were at work and school, Brandon, Morgan, Jeremy and I lounged on their deck, drank, and cooked out. Lindsay arrived that evening as well. We made a valiant attempt at going out that night, but both of the bars we went to had lines out the door. Who the fuck wants to go to a place that is that crowded? So, instead, we went back to their place and got ridiculously wasted, just like old times. Jeremy invented a new drink which he called The Red Shocker, which is exactly like a Jager bomb, but with Aftershock instead of jagermeister. It was... interesting to me, but everyone else liked it. The culmination of the evening came at about 3am, when we all decided that the best idea ever was to climb onto the roof and continue drinking. Everything was going great, so great that I even called Munchx0r to mock her warning about making good decisions. And that's about the time that the ol' hubris kicked in.
Megan Murphy decided that she wanted to jump off ot the roof instead of exiting viz the ladder. Morgan, of course, encouraged her, and they decided to jump down together. Keep in mind that this is only about a ten foot drop. Morgan made it. Megan didn't. I noticed her sprawled across the ground and decided to go with the ladder. After that she and Megan Hill disappeared into their respective rooms and locked the doors, which was especially annoying to me since I was crashing in Murphy's bed.
In the morning we decided to go get seafood and beer, but before that could happen we wanted to get Murphy's leg checked out, just to make sure. So Lindsay and I drove Megan to the clinic, where her insurance was promptly turned down and we were advised to go to the E.R. We arrived at the E.R. at about 2:30. We didn't leave until about 9:45. It was lame as hell; not only did I have to sit in the E.R. all fucking day, but I missed out on seafood and beer. Oh, and Megan had torn a few ligaments in her knee and sprained her ankle, and was doomed to crutches for the rest of the week. Meanwhile, Laura had an allergic reaction to something and she too spent the day in the E.R., although at the hospital across town.
Well, on the bright side, Megan was now on medical leave from work and free to spend the whole week hanign out with us. We had planned all week to go to the beach on Wednesday, and Wednesday morning we got up ready to go. And, as usual, Florida fucked us over; it was rainy and about 50 degrees the entire day. So, our plans ruined, we decided that it was the perfect time for a "it's spring break so let's do something crazy!" day. Megan Hill, Lindsay, Brandon and I have been talking about getting matching or related tattoos since we were like sixteen, and jeremy decided to put another hole in his face. So, our plans secured, we headed out to find a good shop in which to get pierced and tattooed.
It took us the entire day, but we finally found a good one. Jeremy got his eyebrow peirced, and we made appointments for tattoos. After much deliberation, we decided to not get matching ones; there wasn't one design we all liked enough. So, Brandon and Lindsay got this tree I drew with our initials carved in the trunk on the backs of their calves, Megan Hill got a design made from our initials in a fancy font on the back of her neck, and I drew up a properly traditional coffin bearing our initials for myself. I talked to the artist, and he offered to draw me up an original day of the dead style coffin and skeleton for a price I couldn't turn down. So on Thursday I went back and spent nearly three hours under the needle for my first color tattoo. It rocks. Pictures will hopefully be up tomorrow.
Thursday Brandon, Jeremy, and Morgan headed home to A Town. Laura, Megan Hill and I had planned on going downtown to see Laura's friends in Wonderhoven play, but my left leg was incapaciated from tattooing so I couldn't drive and Megan Hill discovered, late that evening, that she had a test in the morning. So, instead, we sat around the house and watched movies.
Friday morning we had a stroke of genius: use Laura's connections at Disney World to get us in for free or cheap and go to the front of every line with broken Megan Murphy in a wheelchair. But, unfortunately, the ticket connection never came through, so we drove to Disney for nothing. That night Megan, Megan and I went to get seafood. They had some crazy deal on beer, like two for one dollar beer or something, and Megan Hill had to stop drinking so she could drive us home, so I got particularly blasted. I passed out for a few hours, and then we went to some party where three of the five girls in attendence were my friends. Lame.
Saturday we decided to make another attempt at the beach. Amazingly, this time we made it! I spent Saturday lying on Cocoa Beach and drinking beer. it was awesome. Afterwards we cooked out at the girl's place and went to a party where there were a few more girls, but they were all either interesting or attractive but never both. Some guy made a stupid statement like "aren't there alot of black people in Atlanta?" and I yelled at him for a minute. That's about as exciting as it got.
And today I ended my vacation and headed back to Atlanta. It was a good trip.
Oh, and while there we heard about this guy in Atlanta who, while on trial for rape, got ahold of a deputy's gun, killed the deputy, the judge, some other guy, and pistol whipped another guy before escaping. He then killed another guy in my fucking apartment complex and stole his truck. He finally got caught either today or yesterday in Duluth. Looks like I picked a good week to go to Florida.
Last Saturday morning Laura and I hit the road, with warnings from Munchx0r to "make good decisions." At the time, we laughed it off with a "yeah, whatever Mom." Is this foreshadowing? Wait and see!
Anyway, so we headed down I-75 and promptly got stuck in construction traffic near McDunough. We sat parked for about an hour before we finally got moving again. The only other thing of note to happen while driving was that we stopped at a gas station in south Georgia to refuel. Why is this noteworthy? Because I found a keychain that had a pistol that looks like my pistol tattoo and a knife that looks a lot like my crysknife tattoo. It was so weird and awesome that I had to buy it.
That evening we rolled into Orlando and up to the house belonging to these bitches. Or, rather, three of those bitches. Anyway, that evening we just chilled around the house. Nothing too exciting.
Sunday morning Megan Hill and I headed to Chilies to hang out with Megan Murphy and Becky while they were at work. Chilies had a two for one special going on on draft beer and margaritas. After a few hours of that, Laura, her boyfriend John, Megan Hill and I headed to this flea market John had been talking about. Now, this was possibly the best flea market of all time; they not only served beer, but the beer was cheap as hell. I spent the rest of Sunday walking around and looking at weird people and accessories while drinking beer. Fuckin' awesome. That evening, the rest of the group arrived, and we commenced spring break proper.
Monday is when things began to get interesting. First of all, the doorbell rang early that morning. Jeremy checked the peephole and yelled "There's a police officer at the door!" Normally this wouldn't be a problem, but Jeremy had just constructed one of his tortuous gravity bongs int he living room and there was pot lyind around everywhere. So we frantically tried to clean everything up and answered the door, only to find that jeremy was a stoned idiot. It was just the water man.
While the girls were at work and school, Brandon, Morgan, Jeremy and I lounged on their deck, drank, and cooked out. Lindsay arrived that evening as well. We made a valiant attempt at going out that night, but both of the bars we went to had lines out the door. Who the fuck wants to go to a place that is that crowded? So, instead, we went back to their place and got ridiculously wasted, just like old times. Jeremy invented a new drink which he called The Red Shocker, which is exactly like a Jager bomb, but with Aftershock instead of jagermeister. It was... interesting to me, but everyone else liked it. The culmination of the evening came at about 3am, when we all decided that the best idea ever was to climb onto the roof and continue drinking. Everything was going great, so great that I even called Munchx0r to mock her warning about making good decisions. And that's about the time that the ol' hubris kicked in.
Megan Murphy decided that she wanted to jump off ot the roof instead of exiting viz the ladder. Morgan, of course, encouraged her, and they decided to jump down together. Keep in mind that this is only about a ten foot drop. Morgan made it. Megan didn't. I noticed her sprawled across the ground and decided to go with the ladder. After that she and Megan Hill disappeared into their respective rooms and locked the doors, which was especially annoying to me since I was crashing in Murphy's bed.
In the morning we decided to go get seafood and beer, but before that could happen we wanted to get Murphy's leg checked out, just to make sure. So Lindsay and I drove Megan to the clinic, where her insurance was promptly turned down and we were advised to go to the E.R. We arrived at the E.R. at about 2:30. We didn't leave until about 9:45. It was lame as hell; not only did I have to sit in the E.R. all fucking day, but I missed out on seafood and beer. Oh, and Megan had torn a few ligaments in her knee and sprained her ankle, and was doomed to crutches for the rest of the week. Meanwhile, Laura had an allergic reaction to something and she too spent the day in the E.R., although at the hospital across town.
Well, on the bright side, Megan was now on medical leave from work and free to spend the whole week hanign out with us. We had planned all week to go to the beach on Wednesday, and Wednesday morning we got up ready to go. And, as usual, Florida fucked us over; it was rainy and about 50 degrees the entire day. So, our plans ruined, we decided that it was the perfect time for a "it's spring break so let's do something crazy!" day. Megan Hill, Lindsay, Brandon and I have been talking about getting matching or related tattoos since we were like sixteen, and jeremy decided to put another hole in his face. So, our plans secured, we headed out to find a good shop in which to get pierced and tattooed.
It took us the entire day, but we finally found a good one. Jeremy got his eyebrow peirced, and we made appointments for tattoos. After much deliberation, we decided to not get matching ones; there wasn't one design we all liked enough. So, Brandon and Lindsay got this tree I drew with our initials carved in the trunk on the backs of their calves, Megan Hill got a design made from our initials in a fancy font on the back of her neck, and I drew up a properly traditional coffin bearing our initials for myself. I talked to the artist, and he offered to draw me up an original day of the dead style coffin and skeleton for a price I couldn't turn down. So on Thursday I went back and spent nearly three hours under the needle for my first color tattoo. It rocks. Pictures will hopefully be up tomorrow.
Thursday Brandon, Jeremy, and Morgan headed home to A Town. Laura, Megan Hill and I had planned on going downtown to see Laura's friends in Wonderhoven play, but my left leg was incapaciated from tattooing so I couldn't drive and Megan Hill discovered, late that evening, that she had a test in the morning. So, instead, we sat around the house and watched movies.
Friday morning we had a stroke of genius: use Laura's connections at Disney World to get us in for free or cheap and go to the front of every line with broken Megan Murphy in a wheelchair. But, unfortunately, the ticket connection never came through, so we drove to Disney for nothing. That night Megan, Megan and I went to get seafood. They had some crazy deal on beer, like two for one dollar beer or something, and Megan Hill had to stop drinking so she could drive us home, so I got particularly blasted. I passed out for a few hours, and then we went to some party where three of the five girls in attendence were my friends. Lame.
Saturday we decided to make another attempt at the beach. Amazingly, this time we made it! I spent Saturday lying on Cocoa Beach and drinking beer. it was awesome. Afterwards we cooked out at the girl's place and went to a party where there were a few more girls, but they were all either interesting or attractive but never both. Some guy made a stupid statement like "aren't there alot of black people in Atlanta?" and I yelled at him for a minute. That's about as exciting as it got.
And today I ended my vacation and headed back to Atlanta. It was a good trip.
Oh, and while there we heard about this guy in Atlanta who, while on trial for rape, got ahold of a deputy's gun, killed the deputy, the judge, some other guy, and pistol whipped another guy before escaping. He then killed another guy in my fucking apartment complex and stole his truck. He finally got caught either today or yesterday in Duluth. Looks like I picked a good week to go to Florida.