[quote]…When we last left our heroine, she was feeling this wild hair up her ass and decided (rather on the spur of the moment as such a hair would suggest) to take a little vacation. But nary a one of her friends could manage to get a week off on such short notice. So did she let that discourage her? Hell no! She grabbed her thong and headed west.
Out west where the palm trees wave and the sun and surf beckon… Ah, yes. Relaxation. Huntington. Beach, that is. Or “So Cal” as she was to learn the locals call it. Being quite alone in the world and wanting some company, she decided to PM a fellow Avalanche fan and “So Cal” local - Bohdi. Wonder of wonders, he agreed to hang out and show her the sites…[/quote]
So we bummed around the beach for a few days, saw some “sites” and he tried to teach me to surf (don’t even ask… I’ll leave that to the professionals.) Thank god Bohdi has a sense of humor similar to mine (props, man!) and knows how to handle the shit I dish…which is to give it right back. I got to see that famous Yardhouse that he was talking about and yes, it is Darwinism at it’s finest. Fucking scary it is - in a good way. Turned out some of his bradahs were planning on heading out to Lake Havasu for a long weekend. I figured What the hell?! and went with them. Gave some of my boys a call and they agreed to meet us out as well.
That pic of the fridge was just one day’s rotation of beverage. DAYUM, some of those boys can drink. Note my contribution of eggs, ham and OJ. Think most of the OJ got used for screwdrivers though…
Any of you that’ve been to Havasu can vouch for the atmosphere. Party central! Wow. Not my idea of a relaxing vacation, but fun as hell nonetheless. It was very cool to feel so at ease with a group of virtual strangers and my crew fit right in too. The guys met some chickies, I had my share of attention, sun was hot, water was cool and all was well in the universe until some asshole decided to wrench my arm from it’s socket while I was wakeboarding. Some fucking excuse about using too many RPMs… yada yada yada …used to pulling 200lb guys up… yada yada yada. Whatever. Other than a separated shoulder (thank god, it was minor) the last day on the water, it was a great time. Until the trip home.
The drive home sucked balls. Big, salty, funky, hairy ones. I got a nasty little case of food poisoning from some dive in Gallup and puked most the rest the way home. Ok, TMI…
Then I get back to work and walk into a hornet’s nest of PMS (note to self, give boss chocolate) and politics. To make a long and uninteresting story even longer, I got fired last Friday. Fuck me.
Spent the last week organizing my shit, dealing with fucking unemployment assholes (gov’t workers, ish) working on getting full ROM in my shoulder again (damn hard to get a decent workout with a bum shoulder) and sunbathing.
So, what have you all been up to?