I'll just hit the major events for times sake.
This morning I woke up at a quarter to 10 from a phone call from my man Brenden, henceforth referred to as Bdog.
Bdog: "Dude, I have today off. I'm rounding up the whole gang for an afternoon of fishing."
Me: "Dude, I don't have gas money to get down to there!"
Bdog: "Yeah, that's why TJ is gonna pick you up at 10."
So I jump out of bed, take a 5 minute shower while shaving and brushing my teethand snarf down a ham & cheese & mashed potato sandwich just seconds before TJ pulls up.
Me: "Shit dude, the whole gang?"
TJ: "Everyone but Syd. Anyone else you wanna go pickup?" [Sydney, she lives in Colorado now.]
Me: "Nobody that's close enough, maybe another time."
TJ: "Bummer" *Cranks music as we speed down the block*
40ish minutes later we arrive at our destination, a little park next to the city lake with a low bridge perfect for fishing. TJ and I are the first there so we start the fire pit. Bdog arrives a few minutes later with the steaks and chips. Meg(an) shows up with the rest of the food followed by Jay with the fishing gear, five fishing licenses and his 'secret bait'. [Sam's Club size bag of Skittles.]
Meg: "Skittles. Again?"
Jay: "I tell you, they fucking work!"
Meg: "Fattie!" [Jay was the thinnest guy on the track team. I laugh my ass off, being the biggest person there.]
We have an epic feast of steak, Doritos, Cheetos, baked potatoes.When we're all stuffed to the gills with food Meg brings out fresh baked cookies.
Meg: "Now, what will you do for one of these cookies?"
Bdog, TJ & I simultaneously to Meg: "Can I marry you?"
Meg (without hesitation): "Brenden, you're married. TJ and Dusty, you guys will need to fight to the death."
In a split-second Tj and I jump away from the table and head for the fishing gear. We both grab unstrung poles and immediately begin an epic duel. It ends minutes later when TJ mistakenly breaks his pole on a tree.
Me: "Ha ha! I am the victor! I will take my woman and her cookies!"
Meg: "Just have a damn cookie, you guys know I don't go out with friends."
Me (after taking cookie): "That's okay, you smell anyway."
Meg: "NO I DON'T"
Jay (playing along): "Yeah, you really do."
Meg jumps up to storm off but catches her foot in the table and falls forward onto the dip bowl.
Bdog: "Well you smell now."
With one pole broken, we spend the whole afternoon taking turns fishing. Three fish and two play frisbee. As for the haul, we ended up with jack squat.
At about 5 we start packing up and saying our goodbyes. Us dudes engage in bro-grabs and elevated hand slaps as Meg, being the only female in the group, gets a hug (in which she sneaks slips in peck on the cheek). TJ and I blast off to Des Moines in his Honda powered only by miracles and death metal (maybe some unleaded too, we're not scientists).
Upon my return home, I managed to finagle a couple sloppy joes and spent the evening lounging around my room playing Pokemon. I even found ZOMBIES IN MY POKEMANS!
There are only three things I can think of that would have made this day perfect:
1. Not cutting my cheek while shower-brush-shaving.
2. Having a working Gen-1 Pokemon cartridge other than Yellow. (Fuck you Pikachu!)
3. Having Syd and one or two of my close Central friends come.
Turns out this spring break is pretty sweet after all.
Yeah, I'm Awesome™
