Hey guys and gals, it's that time again. I'm sittin' in the computer chair, drinkin' some water from my "jug-o-water" with Family Guy playing in the background. Yeah, I literally have a gallon of water labeled "Adam's Jug-O-Water." I've gotta stay hydrated folks. Also, you can't go wrong with the best cartoon ever going on behind the scenes. The combination of Peter's stupidity paired with Stewie and Brian's randomness is a beautifully executed masterpiece of foolishness.
This past weekend, Chad (Maverick), Megan, Breanna, and I (Goose) took a little road trip to the town of Quincy, Illinois. What was the occasion? Just a little weekend retreat to Megan's house in the country so we could attend the annual craw fish feed. Let me tell you a little bit about this awesome craziness.
We loaded up the Explorer with some clothes and beer. You know, the essentials. Letting Megan drive was a fantastic decision because this enabled me to throw back some cold, refreshing beer after a long week of academic madness. That, and I didn't know how to get there so it all worked out. We finally pull up to Megan's place and by that time, I think we're all ready to get out and cause some mischief in the town of Quincy. So we, The Four Musketeers, with the addition of my best pal Billy went out and got a little intoxicated. At some point during the night we made it to a night club called Phoenix and this was about the time where everything kind of ran together into some convoluted mess and not much seemed to make sense. So I was standing there aimlessly with Billy and that's when Chad approached the little group and stated that some douche bags wanted to fight him for walking by their crowd with "his fists clenched." Hmmm, interesting. After some other conversation unknown to me, Billy departed and then there were two. Chad and me, being in no shape to throw down, and our counterparts wandering elsewhere in the club, we took off out the door.
Now, I don't know exactly what we were thinking but apparently power walking through downtown Quincy sounded like a damn good idea at the time. As I sit here and think about it, I remember we were looking for another bar. The problem with this mission is that it was 2:30 a.m. and there was NOTHING else open. Plenty of neon signs we're strewn across the buildings but not one building had its doors open inviting us in for a frosty treat. In hindsight this was most likely a good thing.
As we continued our jaunt with absolutely no destination, we stumbled upon a gas station. It was almost like an oasis in a desert without the sand and sweltering heat. Nonetheless, we found some refuge so we waltzed in the door and began meandering through the aisles. This is about the time when weird cravings start hitting me so I snagged a fudge brownie off of the shelf.
Here I am with a fudge brownie walking out of this "very" convenient store along with Chad who was equipped with a bag of Cheetos. We made our way over to a bench out front and began to eat our snacks that had the likeness of steak dinners thanks to the alcohol consumption. The whack part of this whole snack-eating endeavour is that we just sat down with no care in the world. Never mind the fact that we wandered a couple of miles away from anybody we knew in a peculiar town. None of that had any precedence, we had our food and we were content.
Somewhere along the lines, we made contact with our sober chauffeur and figured out he would be there with the crew shortly. So as we sat on the bench, no concern for the rest of the world, we contemplated the journey that we just made across town. The ride home seemed fairly quick and everyone promptly proceeded to hit the sack. I'm going to allow you to process the former information and hit you with part two later on down the road. It might be the next blog I write, it might not. You'll just have to pay attention. Until next time. God bless.
