Thursday, February 18, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
I feel guilty for missing work even when it's clear I need a vacation. Justin (stefanie's boyfriend) rides bikes, good news is he finally got the training wheels removed! To celebrate he was heading to Phoenix to race in a crit nbd JTT (we learned the lingo this weekend) Anyway, we headed out unaware of what was to come. All I knew is I didn't have to put on a pair of boots for the next 6 days, thank god.
We are cruising along in Clint's comfy luxury vehicle, watching Sex & The City. When we see flashing lights from behind. Hmm we get pulled over, up walks the cop and annoying blinds us with his flashlight. (is that the way they show people they have the authority or something, by proving they will blind you if you try anything funny like going 5 over?) moving on, "where you headed?", "Phoenix for a bike race", "license & registration" off walks officer stick up his ass to cite us for going 93 in a 65. "you can see how much that is on the ticket, can you step out of the car?" clint heads to the back, the cop is at stef's window.. "can you roll that down ma'am, now are you guys taking the guanja to Phoenix with you?", "excuse me, no", "are you sure?" "yes we're pretty sure", "maybe it's the scent of perfume and flowers" ok yea, so we drive fast and smell like perfume and flowers, but we don't smoke Guanja, idiot.
Moving on, to Vegas we go. Decision made to stay at hard rock. Walk into the room and I'm positive 5 minutes before we got there they had someone conveniently puke on the floor. The scent was overwhelming and making us all nauseous. Housekeeping was useless and brought up spray, yea covering the smell of puke with flowers makes it better. I was lucky enough to sleep right where it went down & NO. Putting a pillow over it does not make it go away. HRH Thanks for the 8 dollar discount for the puke suite.
We are finally in Phoenix and the boys have to go ride in the middle of nowhere. Buuut I have to pee, & have HAD to pee for 2 hrs. Ok I'll pee in a bush I can do that.. Let's just go over here. Walking, walking, walking.. Dirt, dirt, rocks, porn, dirt.. Wait, porn? Yea spotted, 2 porn mags in the middle of nowhere. Someone felt guilty and threw them out the window, no doubt.
The next 2 days were filled with Starbucks, veggie burgers, the pool, Stefanie pawning off the baby carrots that taste too healthy, Justin telling stef not to eat chocolate for breakfast, Hanny's the restaurant with a d.j & Cibo (the amazing restaurant with horrible bitch waitress') Sunday we went to the race, many a men in spandex shorts, I personally loved it. Fact: Do you know those guys race for an hr & ride about 30ish mph the whole time.. Thats insane. Lean mean sexy legged racing machines.
It's winter in Az, I would die for an 80 degree winter by the way.
Vday dinner at pappadeaux, the
mini jersey shore paired with Affliction everywhere burning my eyes out. We came home to Gina to find her a little tipsy & full of questions like, "what time are you guys leaving?" (6) "sex!! What the frick! That's early!!" I guess you had to be there but it was hilarious. Love you Gina babe.
Driving home & blogging on the way, oh good we just pulled into some casino. "what are we doing here??" Justin responds, "we just have to play some god damn blackjack" well alright then. The trip isn't over but my blog is.. Farewell to 6 days & 5 nights of remembering what it means to have a damn good time.