Today is a mixed bag of things that can’t make up their own post, but that I feel need to be brought to light.
Seriously, what the fuck just happened? About a month or so ago, I added the blog to this Stumbleupon thing that I was checking out. Every once in a while I would add a post if I thought about it, and the other day it took off. People I don’t know are sharing it like crazy. Don’t get me wrong, I love that, but it just seems weird that I’ve been doing this for about five months and in four days a bunch of strangers have shared the blog with more people than my readers have shared in the previous five months. That’s pretty phenomenal if you ask me. Maybe I should check out this Pinterest thing to see if it will take off on there too. On the downside, none of the people that are checking it out are subscribing or joining the Facebook page, so I guess it wasn’t good enough for that, but I think it’s awesome that they are giving it a thumbs up anyhow. It’s enough of a boost that I probably won’t need to cut myself for a few days at least.
To all of you who do share and promote the blog, I thank you from the cockles of my heart. It really does mean the world to me, and you should know how much I appreciate your support and feedback.
Hey everybody, we’re doing a pictorial post today because we are busy getting ready for the funeral. Had a great night at Mom’s with the entire family getting together for some laughs, and a few tears. I have such an amazing family, and you kind of take it for granted sometimes, but every once in a while, you step back, look around, and just marvel at the fact that everyone loves one another, and we all have a great time together. More about that when I have some extra time. Right now I’ll put together a story of rain, rum, tits, and friendship. Are you intrigued yet? Stay tuned for some hilarious hijinks, and a whole bunch of shit eating grins. First off though, here’s Gadget showing you the correct pronunciation once again.
Play it back until you have it down pat, and then say it to random people as you pass them by in the street. Now on to the picture show.
So we dragged our asses out of bed by around nine, met up with everyone at breakfast, and decided we’d try our hands at the dune buggies. We went to the beach to meet up with our guy, Martin, to get hooked up for a cheapy-cheapy good deal on the super buggies (pronounced soopair boogies). What the hell, it’s easier to just show you how to say it.
Martin said he could do that, and his buddy Francisco made it happen for Monday.
But today is Sunday, and we had nothing to do, so Gadget, Penny, Mrs. B, and I grabbed a cab going to Sosua. Francisco got his friend Fabio to pick us up, and he was awesome. We hit the beach and did all kinds of cool shit, but I’m not telling you about it now. We want to brief you, but we are saving the stories for when we can put up photos as well. Now if you don’t mind, the new cocoon is calling us. Sorry about the shortness, but we are packing the days and nights kind of full.
Yesterday was spent at the pool and the Mexican restaurant. Gadget did not shit in the pool this time, but he did almost make me shit in it. That was when he came flying, ass-first off of the roof of the pool bar. I think one of the people that were coming out of the bar did shit themselves, because a bunch of dark floaties was following their party. I looked up to see his legs flipping over the railing, and I figured he was joking, but then I saw the launch. I’m not ashamed to say that I quickly turned away in anticipation of the security guards whisking him, and anyone associated with him away for the duration of our trip.
That was not the case in this instance. I imagine when the tsunami dissipated that they were looking around for an 18-22 year old drunken kid, but instead found a bunch of middle-aged souses losing their minds laughing in the pool. Old farts: 1, Young Bucks: 0. Way to make us proud, Gadget!
But I am heading out in a few days. I haven’t bought any swim trunks, but I’m sure they have clothing for sale down there, right? I guess I can Google that shit later. I am looking forward to the trip, but it is coming at a time where I’m feeling pretty conflicted on what to do. We booked the trip a while ago, and now that I’m home, Paul isn’t doing well, and I feel like I’m abandoning my family. Before everyone gets on here and tells me that I’m an idiot, let me finish. I know I’m not abandoning anyone, but it feels like I got home from out west, just to turn around and bugger off for another week. It’s one of those damned if you do, damned if you don’t. I also don’t have a job lined up, so I’m feeling a little lazy about that as well. I know that once I get down there and feel the warm sun on my cocoa butter soaked skin, I will forget all about my woes and troubles and just melt into the salty depths. If we weren’t going down with the couples that we are, I would probably be fairly depressed the whole time, but they really are four of the nicest, most fun people we could have picked. It’s nice when you instantly feel comfortable around people that you haven’t known for a great number of years, because then you know that they aren’t going to slip some acid in your drink, send you into a crowded foreign city and then follow you from a distance, while laughing heartily as you freak out. Well, unless they are con artists. I guess they are trained to make you feel comfortable around them, and then they completely screw you around. Hey, wait a minute. I wonder if they are a bunch of grifters, just waiting to take advantage of a poor country boy like me? Baby, we had better keep our eyes open on this trip. Continue reading →