the traveling

so, i went to visit jules in NY last monday. we had a really good time catching up and talking about things. it was really nice, i'm glad we did it. it's alway good to see her. i spent until thursday there, when i then flew into columbus to join them for the 8 hours drive to clint's house in NC. the drive was rather uneventful, just he BTBz goofing off in a confined space for far too long. things were getting a bit drowsy toward the end but we eventually made it, and proceeded to stay up until about 5AM watching TV. the next day we were off on the 3-hour drive to myrtle beach for T's bachelor party. the place we got was awesome, 3 bedrooms, 2 baths, nice-sized kitchen, huge living area, and a great view of the ocean, the lazy river below us, and the hotties in the hot tub.

just to be brief, throughout the weekend there was lazy-rivering [with the bubba kegs (wTBK)], broken or badly-stoved finger in the lazy river, drunken ocean swimming wTBK, flirting with columbus folk who were coincidentally there, being civil to snotty kids who wanted to make fun of us for being drunk in the hot tub, hooter's girls singing, T avoiding seafood so he could "carb up" at a seafood buffet, one of our clan in his tighty whiteys (on our balcony) getting noticed by the columbus folk (on the beach), security being called for talking to girls on another balcony, and i'm sure a bunch more stuff i'm forgetting. it was a good time.

sunday, we went to the NASCAR go-kart track where wasko and i developed a racing rivalry, and he took it out on everyone else on the last track we drove by putting them all in the wall (thus, causing him to be banned from racing that track again). we grabbed some food, and headed back to clint's the see the NASCAR race. the next day, i drove the 8.5 hours back to columbus, TheMom picked me up, and i drove the 1.5 hours back home, so i could do laundry, pack, get a little bit of sleep, and make my way to the airport at 8AM for my job in trinidad. i made it, exhausted as i was, and now i'm here. the first nightshift is tough, but the second usually kills me, which is bad, because i'm hurting as is. i'm sooooo tired.

anyways, i posted just to let you know what's up (i linked to the plant site in the right sidebar), and i wanted to post a few pictures (3 from hooter's and one i stumbled on). you can click on them for bigger views.

chad and T successfully freaking out wasko while he's macking on the phone.
T with his banner and ballon "hooters" at hooters after they sang to him. clint's just a perv
chad and i doing our gay version of the "lady and the tramp" spaghetti scene, but in this case, we used a french fry and we were over T