One day into the trip and you can bet I have stories. Alright gang, let's do this....
It began with being dropped off at the airport. Janssen and I looked ridiculous. Bags that probably shouldn't be carry-on, well we made it happen. Sombrero's on our heads-also known as 'brero's or somby's. We screamed fun without saying a word. Before going through security we decided we needed some caffeine in our lives and that is where we found this interesting lil' creature. I named it a centithousapede. Very accurate. I should clearly be a scientist.
Passing through security, I told the lady that I looked fat in cowboy hats, but fun in sombrero's. Janssen and I were let through without question. We had flasks and other questionable items, but when you're dealing with these girls it's best not to ask questions.
Showing up to our terminal we saw our 7th grade history teacher. Crrraaazzzyy. Here's a memory...I remember in MS there was a rumor he was gay. All because MSers are drama induced rumor spreaders. Oh, the good ol' days where it was a serious thing if you kissed a boy. Now it's disappointing if I don't. So, to end this, he is in fact not gay. He has a wife. They were going to Rome for their honeymoon. There you go kids!
Alright, time for our flight from DSM to Denver. At this point in time there was a substantial amount of caffeine pumping through my veins. I believe I transformed into an eight-year-old. How cool is that? On the plane, I was sitting a seat in front of J and we were far from quiet. We make friends. It's just something we do, wherever we go. Sitting next to me was a fabulous woman from just outside of D.C. She was going to Denver for meditation and just vacation. She has her own meditation studio and was just this full-of-life lady who was easy to talk to. We pretty much talked the entire flight and by the end of it she had invited us out to her place whenever. I think I may have gotten her signed up for couchsurfing (more on that later). Janssen was talking to a man across the aisle who goes by the name Doug. He was on his way to California for a camping adventure! Although I didn't get to have much interaction with this man, I certainly made an impression and he has provided me with an amazing quote. It was mentioned to him our plan to go to Mexico and he began telling us that it was kinda scary. Moving along, I get up to use the restroom....side note: the first one I went into I tried to use it. I did. I couldn't. There was poop stuck to the side of it and it smelled awful and it wouldn't flush and I was gonna just hoover and pee, but couldn't. Intense bathroom situation. The second one was fine....Alright, okay, so, I'm in the bathroom and apparently while I was gone Doug says to Janssen, "She seems like the crazier one. Keep her out of Mexico." Here's something I just thought about that after I wrote that...this man says I seem like the 'crazier' one. He already had both of us on a scale of crazy. I'm just topping it. That is about the extent of that flight.
Denver to LAX: Pretty uneventful, except this. On our first flight when I was boarding my ticket didn't scan, so I had to stand there for a minute holding up the line while it beeped and everyone looked and I looked crazy. I'm sure people were weary about me being on the flight. Well, they figured it out and printed me new tickets. So, now for the second flight. It's obviously a bigger flight and there are lots of people. Hands full, sombrero on, I hand the man my ticket and it scans so I scream "Wooooo!" and walk on. Probably making the other flighters nervous. Janssen was a few behind me. She, too, is wearing a 'brero. The man taking tickets asks if she is with me. Her response, "yeah..." His words of wisdom were, "Be careful." Apparently, I send of the crazy, out-of-control vibe. I love life.
From there we were in LA!!!!! Friend from college, Maria, picked us up. On the drive back to her place I managed to get a number. What is with guys with their mom's thinking it's cool to just go ahead and get the mac on. Seems odd to me. I wouldn't want my mom seeing me run game. The entire drive I was having fun staring at people. When we got to Maria's she suggested we swim and relax while she went to class. So, Janssen and I go to the pool and we put on our music from the phone. It's how we roll. We are the only two in the pool. Not really doing anything bad, in comparision with our usual lifestyle-aka we are sober. Floating around...making our hair look crazy. We really might be little kids, because when we were doing our hair in the pool we kept pretending that Janssen was George Washington and I was Benjamin Franklin. We would have conversations and then afterwards be like "oh, man, it was crazy. You missed it! George Washington was just here!" That was the extent of our behavior. Well, shortly after this, the manager came up and kicked us out of the pool, because we weren't with any tenants. To this, I say, screw trying to be civil. People are less likely to mess up your fun and games if you seem a little crazy.
The evening came and we bought some booze and met up with Maria's friends, Jason and Jorge. They immediately liked us. It might have been the fact that before we went into the bar we decided to drink in the car. We didn't have cups. Just a bottle of vodka, a bottle of SoCo, some vitamin water and some lime juice. Pull and chase. I felt like I was in high school again. It was beautiful.
After this, it was time for the bar. The bar was called The Perfect Fit and that we were. Hookah, shots, the tiniest Corona's in the world. Jorge managed to screw up two hookahs that evening and after the second one fell we decided we probably shouldn't be drinking and smoking hookah anymore...Here's another little story. There were some dumbfuck guys who were trying to talk to me at first and then they told me that they wanted to watch me smoke the hookah. I got angry, because they were being dumb and I didn't want to talk to them and they kept saying shit. My, now edited, words to Maria were something along the lines of "It's not their dick in my mouth". I want everyone to remember that this girl is classy. When we got to the car, Janssen promptly passed out and I mean passed out. Her phone was on her face and ringing and she did NOT notice. I'd say it was a great evening. I ended the evening by drinking more and apparently sending texts that I would not remember. It's been decided that I am more fun when I'm drunk, sooooo, you know what that means.
My final topic of this blog revolves around Mary, Maria's mom. She is amazingly sweet. She's opened her house to us and that alone is so kind, but then the way she treats us is too kind. First, when we arrived yesterday, she had dinner for us. We had carne asada and homemade salsa and were in heaven. There are even leftovers, which I will totally be eating later in life. She wasn't even home yet; she just had it ready for us! When she came home, she offered us more food...HOMEMADE ICE CREAM! I have to admit, I haven't eaten it yet, but I will when I am ready for ice cream. She offered us the ice cream at several points in life, but it just wasn't ice cream time. You know? When it is, trust, Imma be allllll over it. Later when we came home from the bar in tiptop shape she had the bed ready for us. Janssen was quick to just grab a blanket and pass out. I still up and functioning insisted on sleeping on the floor even though there was a bed. I just didn't want anyone to share and the floor was actually comfy. No pains or aches today! In the morning she offered us breakfast and both of us were still in a sleepy haze and politely declined. Next thing you know, she still made us eggs, bacon, and biscuits. Everything was delicious. Her hospitatlity and kindness towards us is wonderful.
So far, a great start to our trip. We are suppose to meet up with Auren and Jonathon at some point today and get loose.
If you are looking for a book to read, I recommend Gang Leader For A Day by Sudhir Venkatesh. Interesting.
If you are looking for a quote, I recommend "Amanda and I double-hit to get more high and to get guys to buy us beer. This time I was double-hitting to be a whore" - a very philosophical person.
Also, Janssen has started her own blog, so if you'd like to read about what she's going through go to janssenrenee.blogspot.com
Oh, this will be the ending to this long, long post. I just remembered about couchsurfing. Since I've been a part of the organization I have been telling people all about the wonderfulness that it is. So far, I've managed to get three people to sign up and start an account...maybe more that I'm just not aware of at the moment. How cool is that? This just makes me really happy.
Alright, time to continue my happy journey....
hey destiny,
ReplyDeletei just call 'em the way i see 'em.
doug