Spring Break: Day Three: Fear Not the Spiders

April 3, 2007 12:08 AM

tah started the day off in the best possible way: by asking me to take him to the doctor. Apparently, his ear was hurting or something. So, we loaded up in the Town & Country, I drove everyone down to the beach, and then drove Utah to the doctor's office. It was a forty-five minute drive.

When we got there, the woman behind the counter was a huge bitch, and she refused to confirm that Utah's insured. Whatever, they took him back there, he was there for about twenty minutes, and then came out, cured. Turns out that he got some sand in his ear and his body responded by attacking it with blood and ear wax. In the end, the doctor was able to cure Utah, but not without a great deal of effort.

In any event, Utah and I were soon in the T&C headed back towards Marco Island. But, unfortunately, with Utah navigating and me at the helm, we fuckied up and ended up passing our exit. About a mile later, we had to go through this toll booth and pay $2.50. We asked the guy how to get back to Marco Island, but he couldn't speak English. Or any other language, apparently. In any event, we decided to just go ahead and turn around at the next exit. It was a perfect plan. Except that the next exit was twenty miles down the road. So, yeah, failing to pay attention to our exit caused us to go forty miles out of our way.

We finally got to the beach. Vice and Purple Hays decided to take off, so RPM drove them back to the house. L-Dawg, Utah, X-tina, and I stayed behind. We ate and then went to the beach. The beach was awesome because we had to wade across this sort of river thing in order to get to the island where the real beach was. The sand was perfect, the water was warm, the sun was hot, and the water football was . . . well, it happened.

After getting out of the water, we laid in the sun for a while before L-Dawg and X-tina started building a big fortress thing, which was really a big mound of sand with a hole in the side. X-tina started insisting that we build a turtle, which she finally did after Utah and L-Dawg left to start building a giant hole. It was . . . lame. Extremely lame. Then I went back in the water, Utah and L-Dawg built a different hole, we hung out for a little while, and then we came home.

Then we started playing some water volleyball with X-tina and I teaming up against L-Dawg and RPM. We got our asses handed to us. Twice. L-Dawg then cooked up some awesome chicken which, together with PH's baked potatoes, made up dinner.

Finally, we played some tournament-style poker. X-tina was the first out, then L-Dawg, then Vice, then me. RPM and Utah had some heads up action, with Utah winning in the end.

Now we're just sitting here watching TV. It's been a great day. Again.

2 Comments

Vice said:

And you weren't even there for the ornery old codger running security for the condos by the beach. That motherfucker must have thought us common folk were the plague or something, gesticulating wildly in no particular direction and growling rather than speaking coherent words. He was basically a caricature of a crotchety old man.

April 3, 2007 10:11 AM

jbob said:

Hey, I know you got some of the boys down there with you. Tell us that the demise of Legal Badger is an April Fools joke and the truth will be revealed after Spring Break.

April 3, 2007 8:45 PM

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