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Alright, Alright, Alright….Here I am! See, in my life, friends are something that are incredibly special. Throughout college there developed a group of guys (7 to be exact) that created bonds by making each other puke, going on a suicide trip to Sante Fe, NM from Lubbock, TX in 36 hours just to ski, jumping off a house naked to celebrate one’s marriage, traditional trips to Dublin, TX only to find that the Dr. Pepper plant is a machine the size of a truck, to travel to Abilene, TX for a weekend only to stay in a ‘updated’ lower income hotel with a bathroom door that was 2 inches to big for the frame, hoping we did not get a disease from staying in that hotel, and many other things that can not be said on a ‘family friendly’ site.
But there is one thing that I hold very dear to my heart with two of those friends because of the experiences we have had in the past.
My two roommates in college were friend B (now H) and friend K. Every spring break for three years, we would take a week long trip just to kick back and relax in the middle of school. One year, we went camping in Fort Davis, TX. On that trip, it felt as though a hurricane was moving ever-so slowly over our tents, and then decided to snow for a few days while we were there. Also, who could forget the Javalena hunting with a hot dog poker from the fire. Who would have thought that would have been dangerous.
“K, DON’T MOVE! There is a skunk directly under you!” <10 minutes later> “Let’s throw rocks at it!”
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Then the next year, we decided to take a trip to Austin. Apparently, you have to be 21 to do anything in Austin. However, you don’t have to be 21 to watch a prostitution bust go down in the parking lot of your Motel. So scratch that, lets go to the San Antonio. “REMEMBER THE ALAMO!”
“B (now H), where did we park the car!?!”
“I don’t remember!”
“Well, ask that cop how many parking garages there are in this area. Surely there cannot be that many.”
“Oh…there’s like 20? Hmmm….well…let’s spread out.”
It’s going to be a long road home!———
But then, our beloved B (now H) was engaged, the Spring Break of 2005 was our last trip as the three stooges. So this has to be a good one. “I got it, lets take a road trip. Pick a destination and if we get there we get there, if not then we don’t.”
Viva Nashville, TN! Home of the Elvis. Wait that was Memphis!
So we embark on our journey to five states away (5 states you ask. That is how many we went through to get there). This trip was probably the greatest trip I have ever taken because of the company, and Cocky the Rooster. It is amazing when you get a bunch of guys together, the brilliance that is planned between them. Apparently, we thought it would be a great idea to get a picture of Cocky on the side of the road as cars drove by at 70 mph.
“C, put him closer to the lane…alright, here comes an 18 wheeler. When I say three, let go and I will take the picture!”
We also decided to GeoCache in all 5 states as well…just to say we did. Somewhere on the Arkansas/Tennessee border, there is a treasure, in a tree, in a forest, that looks similar to something you would find on the Blair Witch Project if you were to go there at night, around 12 ish, that we never posted on the sight, so no one will ever find it. Glad I got to crawl up into the tree, in a dark forest, where Sasquatch lives.
Elvis’ house was pretty cool. Wish we would have made it there in time for the tour. Reminder, there is no tour of Elvis’ house at 7:00 pm.
At a gas station, approximately 7:00 pm in Memphis, TN:
“Hey bro, you wanna buy this camera from me. I just bought it from Wal-Mart, but I can’t use it and I can’t return because I lost my receipt. Also, there is not a case for it, I lost it. So, how about $50,” says random black dude at gas station.
“Um…thats cool bro, I’ll pass. I already have one and I don’t need another.” says B (now H).
“Are you sure man? I mean, its brand new, never been used. How about $25″ says R.B.D.@.G.S
“No really man, its cool.” say B (now H).
—10 minutes later—
“He so stole that camera and is now trying to sell it” says H
“We should have bought it!” say C
Then at last, we reach Nashville, TN. Oh what a glorious town. Music, music, music. Where else on earth would you see an over weight Irishman playing hymns on a bagpipe in front of a Pub?
“Where do you wanna eat?”
“How about Hooters. It’s just right here!”
“Ok…A 2 HOUR WAIT!?! Why?”
“There’s a bikini contest going on? It’s the semi-final?”
“2 hour wait isn’t that long!”
And then on our way home, coming back through Oklahoma, we decided to stop at the winery in Arkansas.
“K, did you really just buy a gallon of wine? I didn’t know they made them that big.”
—next day—
“K, you already drank all of it?”
For guys, the most meaningless, pointless opportunities in life, which make the girls shake their heads in disbelief, unenjoyment, or disgust are the things that matures a guy into a man. That is how we grow. That is how God made us. We do stupid things, and do it with other stupid people…and from it, we see the beauty in relationships with others, the gorgeous surroundings of life, and the loving God who created it all for us to enjoy.
And there are many opportunities to come in this life, for I have a whole life ahead of me. And there will be plenty of oppurtunities for my wife to shake her head at me, while thinking, “What did I get myself into.”
I love ya A-List and especially you, B (now H, but will always be B) and K.
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You forgot to mention how, after we refused the camera, the random guy walked away and proceeded to relieve himself on a Crown Victoria in the parking lot of said gas station.
Ah, memories!
As well as the almost as creepy Geocache experience (at the beginning of the Nashville trip) in the old neighborhood in Abilene that looked like it had picked up and walked off but left all the lots and street lights and electric boxes and was foggy and entirely like a horror movie.
And I don’t remember drinking it all a day later.
OK, so I just thought about the fact that there’s already another K on here. so I’m a different K (and so is the comment above this one). The K from the road trips and A-list.