Some j/a woke me up around 1:15 am last night and in my long time trying to get back to sleep I had plenty of time to think about how I'm going to kill my 15 days of remaining vacation. I don't get the option of rolling these over so they've got to be used this year. Some options: 1. Wings opener in Stockholm. One of my brothers is already going to this so I could join him. 2. October road Red Wings games. The Wings are hitting Vancouver, Calgary and Edmonton so I could hit a couple of these. 3. Cruise. Lazy, but I could definitely find something at the last minute and just chill out. 4. All inclusive resort. This might save me some cash at the bar, but don't know how sad it would be to be boozing by myself hardcore. 5. London/Dublin/other Euro stops. More expensive, but who knows? 6. m & d's place. Just give up and use the time at the end of the year at my parent's place. A last resort. 7. Michigan. Almost as bad as going to Florida, but this would cost more.
I don't know if this thing is really a gyroscope, maybe it is a pendulum, but it sure was annoying. It supposedly knocks down all of those stones every two days.
I couldn't not stop at Carl's Jr. on my way to Houston. A new location in Bastrop I had to hit on my way to Houston. I'm per my normal pattern an hour or so behind schedule but at least the temperature is bearable.
Nothing better than waking up before 5 and realizing there are things you can do (especially as a home owner). Thursday and Sunday are the days I can water my lawn so I figured I'd knock that out this morning (since I'll be in Houston this weekend visiting Tai Chi). I should take pictures of that lawn and see how it looks later in the summer...
Anyways, I should try to get another hour or sleep before I do the rest of my preparations for my Space City trip. I'll be checking out a couple Tigers games (Friday and maybe Sunday), the Terra Cotta Warrior Exhibit, and maybe the Flying Saucer of Houston. I think that just killed 15 minutes of my sleep...
This is my nephew's dog, Chaser. And I've got to get out of here and meet up with my cousin so I can see his parents. Apparently there's some computer issues that need addressing.
I landed in Michigan about an hour ago to a heat wave of 40 degree temperatures. After getting my car, I've already done (and pictured) something I wasn't planning on, White Castle. Conveniently the only location I know of is still there in all its glory. I'll be feeling this for a few days. As will others.
Nothing better than waking up an hour early when you're already planning on getting up at 5 am. At least my house errands are done (plus I watered the lawn) and now just need to finish packing. I've got about 40 minutes before my scheduled departure (to the airport; I still have about three hours until my flight leaves the ground). I'm wondering if I should pack some long underwear. It can't be that cold up there, eh? All I do know is that I'm taking one long ass shower because this will be the last time until Monday that I'll be able to get out of the shower and not be freezing my...well, pretty much everything off.
I've got to be up in about five hours, I haven't finished packing, but I do have about 8 pairs of socks, five pair of underwear, and my iPhone charger stored away so I think I'm halfway there. I only need to backwash my pool filter, take out the trash, finish packing, and remember whatever I might've forgotten. And thankfully Bubba lent me his gloves because I lost one in the events surrounding Santacon. His gloves seem more suited to motorcycle riding or strangling than the cold but we shall see. It could be worse, I guess.
So the week's flying by. It could be because my boss is in California and I've got next-to-no work or it could be that I'm leaving early Thursday AM for Michigan. I'm leaning towards the latter. Last I checked it'll be a 50 degree difference in temperature so I have pneumonia in my near future. Or getting caught in a snow drift during a storm if I'm more fortunate. It is obvious I'm looking forward to this trip.
So I did the math and need to leave my folks' place by 3 pm (in my parent's time, of course, I could leave at 3:30). I leave at 6 PM ET and arrive in the ATX just before midnight. That seemed like a helluva long trip until I realized I had a three hour layover in Houston. One should look at that before they purchase their flight. Maybe. Regardless, it is all taken care of; I called up and now get into Austin at 10 PM. Now I just need to find somebody to pick me up.
Not traveling for a while made me forget how horribly people dress while traveling. Lots of sweatpants. People must have confused planes with their living rooms, apparently. And it typically is women that slum it up. I don't expect people to get all dolled up but have a bit of respect, if not for yourself, then for those around you.
Oh, and there is something ridiculous about me being in my parent's place by 1 PM ET. That includes two flights, the hour long drive, lunch (at the glorious TooJays), and a trip to the grocery store. I know I left ridiculously early but this is insane. And I'm 'working' this afternoon to boot!
Last minute things to do before I head off tomorrow morning to my parents' place. I actually need to go by the office to pick up some crap. Packing should be easy, though I need to figure out how many shirts to bring for my mom to iron. She loves it!
And on another travel note, Yo! is heading to Scotland for a couple months. He's staying at friend's place in Glasgow while she's on the continent traveling for work. He's going to be working from home there and hoping nobody notices he's in another country. The breakdown of his plan seems like it'll work. Unless he gets a call in to go to Louisiana then all bets are off.
Though I need a better way to display these in this crappy, crappy format, here are some great pics from my New York City trip (with my bro, Potvin). More to come.
Just confirmed things for the trip to Miami and Ft. Lauderdale for the weekend. I wonder how it'll be with all my married friends down there? I'm thinking it won't be like hanging out with Seerwah.
I don't know what this says. Besides that I didn't lose my bag. And my phone camera's back taking green pictures. At least I had a good dinner at this diner down in West Palm after my folks picked me up.
It was called Howley's and situated sort of southeast of the airport. The food was pretty good (crab cake sandwich!).
I'm waiting to take off from Houston in plane with three seats per row. And this is a nearly three hour flight. And the weather's shitty. And my connection was pretty tight so I'm quite confident I won't have my bag on the other end. Good times!
I had a nice dream about me going on a cruise and then taking some other smaller boat and island hopping. One of the islands took British money. And we were being chased by somebody. Or we were chasing somebody? Either way, there was chasing and pounds.
My lack of 2008 vacation plans has gone away; I'm going to Hawaii for a wedding in July. Plenty of time for me to save up some cash and such. Supposed to be a big group of people hitting Ke Iki Beach on Oahu. Cool thing is that each of the bungalows have kitchens so I can save some cash cooking up some of me food.
Man, this Vegas trip is running off the tracks already. My brother's friend didn't get the rate he had reserved so now I might have to pony up for some of the room now. Damn it!
But I am out of here in like 20 minutes. So that's something.
I HAD planned on working a normal day but that was before I chose to not pack this morning and sleep in. Hopefully I can bug out of here around 2 or three. Packing for 48 hours in Las Vegas shouldn't take all that long. Even for me.
I'd put up a pic of the cooked up (and delicous!) ham and cheese casserole but the pic ain't all that appetizing. All these damn pictures have a green tint to them.
Now emjey and I are off to watch some baseball at Sherlock's. I'll mess around with the phone there because I need to be able to take non-green photos in Vegas.
Woo hoo, Las Vegas on Thursday. Though I'm coming back on Saturday night. I'm going to be there for 48 hours so I think that'll keep my losses to a minimum.
My brother called earlier and it sounds like the price for my free stay in Vegas will be dinner at this place called kokomo's in the Mirage. Average check is $65 and from looking at the menu I'd have to only eat an appetizer for that to happen. All I know is the food better be better than that shitty Beach Boys song.
My brother called me and invited me to go to Vegas the last weekend of October. The Breeder's Cup is going on and that'll be good for some gambling fun. And a friend of my brother's is knows the ponies. That'll be good so I'll have somebody to blame for my losses.
Well, I got home about 30 minutes ago. I'm wiped out and have a bit of land-sickness. I think that'll be way of saying I'm hungover. Great time on the cruise, though. Already planning for next year!
Amazing things from the cruise: I did end up in the Gulf of Mexico; I did not use the internet once; and, the biggest shocker of all, I did not gamble on the boat.
This'll be a ten dollar sms, but I figure I'll do this and be done to show all the smuggled in booze. Things are going find thus far. I definitely say to get on the boat as early as possible. And bring all the booze you can imagine. We could've brought so much more. Oh, what if?!
I made a pig of myself at the lunch buffet in dock and I have my eye on three entrees for dinner. Anyways, I need I'm going back to my Johnny Walker.
I'm up way too early for my tastes for the second day in a row, but I at least will get to put my final post out there before the cruise. Rumor has it even the internet is a rip-off. We shall see.
Anyway, Yo! has managed to walk out of two different establishments with drinks. I ate way too much (between Turkish food, assorted dips, and pizza). I think this a fine precursor to the cruise.
Let's hope I don't end up swimming in the Gulf of Mexico.
I just weighed myself and I'm like four pounds less than normal. I guess that's the perfect time to go on a cruise as I'm sure I'll get more than four packed on my gut before Monday.
I had some early meetings but am now firmly doing cruise stuff. Heading out tomorrow after work down to Houston. Yo! comes into Houston Wednesday night so I'll have a whirlwind starting tomorrow. I wonder how much I'll get packed tonight?
I've been back home since around 5:00 PM and feel fine. I might've looked like shite to anyone who saw me until Houston, but that's another story. Especially considering the pints of Guinness and other beverages yesterday, I should say so. I got lost in Marlow trying to find the train station, then got a taxi to the train station but the driver thought he had won the lottery and was taking me to London. Then I got the train and made it back to the city just in time for the tube to shut down half-way to my hotel. Which meant finding another cab. And a cash point (UK speak for an ATM) because I was out of sterling. Then this morning I was about to volunteer to skip the flight and stay in London another night. But that fell through. But not before they had me check my carry on so I had nothing to read or write on or do besides watch movies and sleep. Which wasn't so bad considering.
Oh well, I'm home and the pool's only honoring the holiday who's color is green. I'm going to delay the inevitable but when I sleep I hope it's like the dead. But before that, here's a composite of the day that was St. Patrick's Day in Marlow, England.
Ok..I am in a pub in Marlow, England watching rugby. That's about an hour and a half outside of London. Using my friend's phone to make this post and it's a bit dodgy. Lots of beer has been drank and St. Patty's Day swaq acquired. Why can't this holiday be more than once a year?
This blows, I'm hours away from being able to give neolefty shit about the Suns-Pistons game in about a million hours. What's being on the internet of any value if I can't use it for evil? I'm in the second of the Stockholm airports today on my way to London. Heathrow this time. That'll be three of the four London airports. Please don't use me as a travel agent.
Ok, I'm going to try to put this down while I can think of it or I'll forget and it'll be lost to history. I had a 10 am flight out of Rome Ciampino airport this morning and barely made my shuttle to the aiport. I had partied it up something fierce last night at the wedding (beautiful wedding, so I hear. Did I mention I missed it?). I think I had nearly three bottles of wine so I was a bit wrecked when I took the last seat on the bus (I think I can confirm this if you see the fifteen picture I took of myself in the small-ass room for no apparent reason or the four calls to the front desk for a wakeup call 30 minutes later than the situatioin warranted). This Swedish gentleman starts talking to me and I start saying how I hadn't any socks on. Apparently his friend overheard us from half-way up the bus and referred to me as the Sockless American. Anyway, we get to the aiport to caged mayhem as there was an air-traffic controllers strike for four hours right during the window of my flight. The Swedes and me decide to divide and conquer, me and Lars head to the local town to track down an internet cafew while Gert stays with the luggage. This little hamlet was about 10 minutes away on the local bus and pretty quiet and still pretty early so we tried to find a hotel. The first one didn't have on, but they recommened another one. That place has a computer but it was dog-ass slow, but the guy calls up for us to learn (wrongly, as it turns out) that the strike was over. Lars and I share a taxi back to the airport with this Dannish couple (hot ass Dannish chick, by the way) to find that caged mayhem has been replaced by unfiltered insanity. The queue was now beyond comprehension. Ok, try this to get an idea: Led Zeppelin's opening up for The Beatles with a very special introduction by Jesus H. Christ. That's the kind of ginormous line.
In comes Gert to save the day as he had made some friends (more Swedes!) who are at the front of the line so Lars and I head to the front to get new tickets to Stansted airport for tonight (9 pm) and a flight to Stockholm at 6 am (in like 4 hours). So we had to kill like 12 hours before our flight. Though there was a moment where I almost had a flight first to Barcelona before heading to Stockholm. That would've been interesting. I mean, an unplanned country stopover?
Anyway, we headed back to the town (Ciampino) to spend the rest of the day. So, how to kill that much time in another town? One would think drinking, but another would be just killing time. We went to the town square (a circle, actually) and found a place for a quick bite. Then to the earlier hotel to leave our bags before the Swededes took naps in said square. They're old hippies found of the Grateful Dead so they are excused. I headed back to the hotel and slept in their lobby. I don't smell that bad so that's ok.
More later, I need to pass out.
Things I haven't the time to mention: my wedding conversation with the priest where there was an Elvis reference, me breaking my temporary crown, the Swedes taking naps in the park.
I wrote one of the greates posts of all time and I fucked up and overwrote it. And these friggin stations don't allow undo so I'm done for.
Let's just say I'm exhausted. I'm back in London after 14 hours of figuring out what to do and ending up here before a flight to Stockholm at 6 am tomorrow or today. I don't know what way's up and losing that post of everything that's happened today has pretty much pissed me off beyond words. I had references to Jesus and mussles and hazzelnut gelato. Ok, that last part wasn't there but it was something like that.
Crazy thing happened on the way to the airport, there was a plane strike so I'm in the city near the airport with some Swedes I met. I've misplaced them as they took a nap in the park and I cant find them now. Crazy time. I'll elabortate more later.
Well, Im in Rome. Funny thing about Europe is that my phone doesnt work here (and thats besides there being no apostrophe on the keyboard). So Ive been making do without a phone and doing splendindly so far. I just finished lunch which was right before the shutdown time at three. Chumps kept coming by and wanting to eat but unable to do so because they were not as knowedgeable as me. Im right outside the church where I think the wedding will be so thats something. And with that, Im off to the pub to see the England rugby match. And then a nap.
Well, I'm wiped out. I got home from work around 9 and was ready to pass out. I held off and ran for some food. Then I was going to pass out, but decided to half pack. Now I'm about to go to bed and I'm pretty much packed. I think there's some maxim about taking everything you plan on packing then only packing half of it. Well, that (and telling myself I'm doing laundry in Stockholm) has got me with room in my bag. And my backpack isn't even really filled yet. Go me!
If you're wondering where I will be next week, here's the skinny: - Friday, March 9, leave Austin - Saturday, March 10, arrive in London - Sunday, March 11. Leave London for Rome - Tuesday, March 13. Leave Rome for Stockholm - Friday, March 16. Leave Stockholm for London - Sunday, March 18. Leave London for Texas
That seems like a lot of travelling in a real short window.
OK, I gave up on the hostel thoughts I had and am spending another couple hundred bucks to stay in a hotel in Stockholm. Now I need to figure out what I'm doing with my time.
Man, came into the office to find out my room in Stockholm isn't available and then now the hotel in London isn't open, either. The old double-do. Or whatever it's called.
I don't know if I mentioned it, but I picked up my tickets to JMVC's wedding in Rome. Well, sort of. I'm flying into London because it's a bit cheaper and then flying to Rome the next day. I still need to figure out how to get back to London for my return flight the following Sunday, but I'll take some time to figure that out. I'd really like to go Sweden but that might be too much travelling for that short a period of time. So many tough decisions.
Well, I am back home. I've already had my first conference call and am ready to call it a day. Too much traveling back from Buenos Aires through Houston back to Austin. I'll have to get some pictures up, but I need to get myself some sleep, for sure. Good time in Houston unpacking my bag because security wouldn't let me carry on my items I bought from duty free. That was tons of fun. But at least I have some whiskey and wine from down there. Though I settled for the red label instead of the blue.
This is the beach in Montevideo, Uruguay. An unplanned side trip. Well, sort of unplanned. More unexpected from my end. We are heading back to BA in a few hours.
That's a local beer called Quilmes which we're indulging in. Well, currently only me as I'm down in Puerto Madero waiting for the sunrise. I was abandoned long ago but I have a vague clue where we're staying. I think there's and address in my pocket...
Some phone pics from New Year's in BA. We're at this really sweet place in beautiful Puerto Madero where we had to bribe our way in. Well, get charged a decent chunk for down here, but I think we have all the wine and champagne we can drink.
It is a shame I don't have pictures of neolefty bumping into a trash can as we rushed to this place. Our crazed taxi driver dropped us off at the opposite end from the other group so we were stepping fast in the humidity all the while checking each restaurant if they would let us in. During one of these drive-by's, neolefty just walked into an open bin and the crowd erupted! We finally hooked up the rest of the group and got into this place for about forty or fifty American.
Well, the weather's turned bad. See, I get here early and will be lucky to get the heck out of Orlando. The picture to the right is of one of the airport skylight’s leaking. The infrastructure's failing, we're doomed!
Well, the Tigers might be wining, but the Lions still stink. Me and S. Money saw that dreadful game before heading down to Fenton to meet up with his brother at this little place called the French Laundry. They had tons of beers, including this crazy beer from Unibroue brewery called Apple-Ephemere. We ran out of time and couldn't hit Joe and Lewie's Penalty Box Sports Tavern (long name, but it's a bar owned by folks associated with the Red Wings). Then we headed and met my brother at his place of work before arriving way too late in Ann Arbor for my other brother's taste. Oh well. Early start tomorrow for my return trip so I better hit it. Not like I can verify my fantasy football scores or anything. Damn no internet!
OK, I'm back home from Guatemala. I'm sent some pics I had in my phone to the site, but I'm in no condition (dead tired, not stone drunk this time) to fix them. Off to a nap, shower, and then to Aces' wedding.
Well, I think I've solidified my trip to Guatemala with my brother (not that brother, another one of them). About ten days in June, but I'll be back in time for Ace's wedding. It better be worth it!
I'm on the ground in Vegas heading to the gate with no sleep on the flight. Instead I watched the HORRIBLE Elizabethtown. I wonder if I can sneak in a power nap before Aces shows?
Sitting on the plane to Vegas and some old cat has the same Hawaiin shirt that I have. That thing is going straight to the dumpster (I'm skipping throwing it in my trash can) when I get home.
Rarely am I at the airport let alone the gate an hour before the flight, but today's one such day. I even had time to stop and get my Vegas cash (let's so that's all I need). This whole 'three hours sleep' might come back to bite me, but I can always sleep next before incognegro shows up. Oh, he got a job out in San Francisco. Man, this post is all over the place.
That picture is way too disturbing. Anyway, I've got to get to the office for a three hour meeting at 10. That's no way to end the week, that's for sure. I'm hoping to slip out of the office somewhat early to prep for the trip to Vegas tomorrow. The flight out is at 7 am, but I might see about getting the 6 am flight and get to Vegas a few hours earlier. That might be a crazy idea, but I'm filled with them.
I came in at 8 am and left at 5:30. That just ain't right. I need to finish some dinner so I can head out to The Crown for beers. And if I have any spare time, maybe pack a bit for Vegas.
I can't seem to get asleep, but at least watching Ocean's Twelve will entertain me. And not in a good way.
After leaving Sealy's engagement party, I went downtown to meet with the Cooler and his crew. After some bar hopping, I stumble into Aces down with two of his future brother-in-laws. They'd been out since 5 pm partying it up downtown. Aces once again said he was just about to buy his ticket to Vegas for the Superbowl, but I'll believe it when I see it. We closed out Light Bar with me staying with Aces and the BILs. Somewhere we lost one of the BIL's. Nobody seemed to mind, though, as Aces wandered down 6th Street trying to find some action for the remaining BIL. He's got splendidly funny material. Horribly effective, but funny to watch. That killed another hour or so and was highly entertaining. Much more so than Ocean's Twelve.
Things have just hit overdrive: the roofer called and the new shingles will be at my place on Wednesday (he said the 11th and I called to confirm it was this month, which it was and is). So then I had to call the air conditioning guy who needs access to the roof to coordinate that, plus I have to make sure the other cats will be done with the bathroom stuff. And then the kicker is trying to track down some cash for all of this. I thought I had another week or two for the roof, but that ain't happening. To complicate matters more is I saw one of my accounts had a check clear I forgot about. Maybe the better word is "hoped it wouldn't come through". So between the mortgage payment, checks to the contractor, bathroom guy, and roofer we are pretty much screwed. And when I say "we" I mean entirely me. I don't even want to consider how potentially this could totally frag up my entire house in the course of just a few days!
I guess that scratches me going to the Pistons game on Thursday in San Antonio (unless I'm just a total and complete fool). Fortunately Mac's having a party on Friday so I can forget about all this craziness and decompress over a couple hundred dozen shots.
Fuck, I really shouldn't be going to Vegas for the Superbowl, either. Mistakes, I made a few...
In this ginormous line at the Orlando airport waiting to be screaned. Damn holiday travellers. Trip was successful, though my foot is still giving me problems. Oh, I saw Yo!'s place; he made the best move of his life buying that model home as it is SWEET. I can definitely see the draw now because he's got barely anything to do. Vegas Hotel and I helped move some stuff around and he is now only some sheets away from occupation (the beds have comforters, but no sheets). He even has the mack daddy tv, a 60 inch Sony Wega. OK, I'm a couple feet closer, I might actually make my flight.
Thank Zeus that I slept with the window open at Vegas Hotel's place sure did the trick because now I can breathe again (maybe I should go further into a Robert Plant reference, but I won't).
One shitty thing, though is my foot's bothering me. Vegas Hotel's has a new SVU and I stepped out of it funny last night. It didn't seem too bad at the time, but today it's funny. And not ha ha funny. More like limp like an Egyptian funny (and a Bangles reference!).
Yo! didn't make it up last night, so I won't see him or his new place until later today. It should be interesting as he bought the model home. With everything in it. Only Yo! would do something like that. Who knows, maybe he'll start a trend.
I don't know who I was kidding thinking I'd not put any more posts for a few days. I mean, what else do I have to do besides make posts while my folks get stuff ready to head out? Two hour trip up and my brother's going to grill out some crap for dinner. I'm making up some potatoes au gratin for a side tonight so it'll be ready for tomorrow. And tomorrow my folks head out early, but I'm staying up there and hooking up with Yo! and Vegas Hotel for some trouble Christmas night. Well, as much trouble as you can get in on Christmas night.
Well, it is official, I am heading to Vegas for the Superbowl. Just bought the ticket. Flying in Saturday morning and out Monday afternoon. I know I'm tempting fate by going so soon, but if I'm anything it's a fate tempter.
I'm going to start atoning for basically blowing off a day and a half of work (not to mention the antics of the weekend) by heading in early. I think I might have to start really working or something. Between Vegas and Houston, I've pissed away a good couple mortgage payments.
I'm not sure where to begin, but the fact I'm glad to be home is surely a place to start. Vegas is indeed a place where shit happens that should stay there.
And have I mentioned recently how I should have some sort of crew documenting my every move? Not only would they provide interesting, controversial, and thought provoking information back to you, but they might be able to offer me some level of protection. But the stories they could tell...
Instead you'll need to buy me some beers because it ain't coming out here.
Oh, me and neolefty have confirmed to head to Las Vegas Thanksgiving weekend. In order to avoid losing too much money, it'll be a Saturday through Tuesday morning thing (and this means the week in Rome is pretty much dead which makes me sad).
And away I go! To Padre, that is. I think its South Padre Island, but that would involve me having done some prep work. I'm barely getting out of here on time, but it shoudl be fun to get out of here for a bit.
Eventually me and The Saw got up and loaded up our walking cooler. Then I realized my packing technique actually required the backback for my shite, so I had to cram all my shit into my suitcase. Good thing because I couldn't walk around Las Vegas knowing I could have a cold beer anytime and not. I'd surely die.
Anyway, we headed down and headed with the intention of eating at The Buffet at The Bellagio (that's a lot of "the's" ), but we just couldn't do it. All of the drinking finnally took a toll. The Saw tried to blame it on the White Russian, but there's no way the "Adult Milkshake" could cause such problems.
After wandering around for some more action on The Stip we continued to avoid food (but not because of the White Russians!) before ending back up at Paris and their sports book. After a couple winning races, this guy sits next to us and starts a-chatting. Within moments it is obvious that this guy is a BIG MONEY HUSTLA. He's got throw away bets for $800 on worhtless baseball games and halftime point spreads. WTF? Anwyay, he embarrasses himself when he wants to give me his card and he can't get into his valeted car. The price of fame, I guess.
We eventually get some food at some casino before heading back to the LV Hilton. Then the fun started: we get back and tried to check in for our flights. I say "try" only for me as The Saw was fine. See, it's pretty tough to check in for a flight that's scheduled for tomorrow. I had to drop another $100 to fly out today. Good times!
And now, to the airport before I have to spend any more cash.
But not before I in back to sleep. We ended up getting some grub at Denny's after the GD service at the Golden Horseshoe forced us to leave. We stuffed ourselves like Kings then stopped of for some brews at the strangest place here: greasy spoon slash find store slash liquor store slash overall shit hole. But it then I realized my dining mistake when I say Carl's Junior. I almost stopped in for a Ranch Crispy just cause. So I think the strip eventually today, but now sleep.
Well, PC and The Player were left behind to get their flights back to the USA. The rest of us took the ride of a lifetime down to Buzios. And I don't say because the viewing during the trip was beautiful (which it was) or because the remaining five had a great time for the three hour trip (which we did) or because of the excitement of seeing a new part of Brazil (which I was). Primarily it was the driver of our van was fucking crazy and only the presence of his wife kept us alive. Thanks for tagging along Sonia.
It took a bit of time to track down the place, but it was worth it. At first. The house the guys had rented looked great. It had a view of the bay, four rooms, and a maid/cook. Things started going downhill when we walked downhill (to town). Buzios was sleepy and expensive, not a good combination for a mad quintet of guys still high off the experience of Rio. After taking some pictures and doing some bar hopping, we headed back to the house for dinner. Black beans, rice, freedom fries and fried chicken (wouldn't PC be jealous?). After that we hunkered down for an easy Saturday night, though I did stay up to see the seven OT thriller between Arkansas and Kentucky. Thank God for satellite tv.
The city tour didn't take us to the most well known image of Rio de Janeiro, the Monumento do Cristo Redentor (aka, "Christ The Redeemer"), so we took a couple cabs up to check it out. Elvis, Tommy, and I took the first cab towards Cristo while The Player and John took a later ride. Our second cab picked us up and took us to a side view of Cristo before taking us up to the big man himself. And conveniently we ran into the other guys while up there. I had to have a beer or two to steady the nerves.
We decided to meet up with PC and Yo! and try to make it to Guapo Lopo for the umpteenth time. And got lost and went to a random restaurant where they'll remember us all to well. Then we headed to the beach where it was confirmed that their are no barriers to entry for establishing businesses in Rio. We had chairs brought to us, multiple beer vendors to buy from, people willing to take any trash we could offer, cocktails to be had, and baskets full of hepatitis-causing seafood. But the one thing they didn't have until today was two hairy Gringo's shotgunning beers. Brazil, Welcome to our world.
I take a few days off of checking the countries, and I get gang-tackled with a bunch of new entries. Good thing the folks in Hungary tracked me down. Those mad Magyrs must know what's good for what ails them. Most shocking is Saudi Arabia. Uhm, I don't think I've got what they want. Anyway, in addition to Hungary and Saudi Arabia, salutations out to Turkey, Portugal, and Iceland.
Finalized the Brazil trip. PJC took talked with Bean's travel agent aunt who hooked us up. Going to Rio October 25 - November 1. Our group totals seven so, hopefully, that'll keep the kidnapping to a minimum. Let's hope I can find an internet cafe to update the site during the trip.
Thanks to a tip from JMVC, me and Bubba went to the Bitter End for lunch. Mmm, mmm, good chicken-fried chicken. Unfortunately it made me pretty drowsy. Must. Not. Sleep. At. Desk.