*TRIPPIN IN TEXAS*
This is the account of our trip to East Texas over the weekend of June 16-18, 2000.
Just cause.
The first day we arrived in Lora's mom's van and her sister and her sister's friend WOULD NOT STOP talking about the size of Texas bugs. Texas has large bugs. We met "Willie" and his poultry farm with a large array of ducks, mini horses, and llamas in the back of a jet skii rental, hot dog-and-coffee, as station, food supply store. Willie and Mr. J had three dogs and a cat named 'Cat' up front.
Then our group headed on over to the "Sports Core" and played Ping-Pong. Thrilling match. When the two of usheaded outside on the swings we got attacked by a large, black, overly- happy dog. It playfully attacked a stick Lora threw. When it got too friendly, we tore back to the building and it chased us. While the rest of our party played more ping-pong, we went on a little walk (free of scary happy dogs). There we discovered "Dirt Bike Boy". He was hidden by the woods but we saw "Dirt Bike Boy" later. He was with the scary happy dog. He looked about our age, maybe a little younger. He was a stud and a show-off. Dirt Bike Boy, we will always remember you.
After, we went swimming.... we continued to look for Dirt Bike Boy, but he was not to be found. We walked back to the house, attempting to have a "heart-to-heart", but our hearts weren't in it.
So we went to bed in an attic-turned-bedroom crammed with four beds. It was very hot, and we had three fans out of which only one worked and a ceiling fan that hummed "How-eeeee, How-eeeeee, How-eeee". We had two mystery phone calls, one Katie picked up that had just two people yelling at each other and another, Lora's mother answered and it was.... Dirt Bike Boy. Nah, we're just playing. It was dead air.
The second day, we rode jet skiis and got sunburned. On the beach, was an AJ look alike, sunglasses, tatoos, and everything. We talked to Willie some more and he introduced us to hsi baby ducks and his eggs he ships all around the world. He and Mr. J really seemed to take a lot of pride in their bird stock.
We played 'billiards' (NOT pool) in honor of AJ and putt-putt in honor of all of them and especially for Kevin's addiction to golf. It was very challenging. Lora's mother and sister talked about how could anyone like golf, it seemed so boring. All we could do was laugh.
After, the whole group ate at 'The Stump' restuarant. Stump- what a great name. They actually got the name from a little get together at which the guy put a prized crystal glass on top of a freshly cut STUMP. Everyone thought it was sooo funny so they got the names for their restuarant.
At the 'Stump', we got the idea for our own Cafe Bog. It would have a non-smoking section called "The Twig" and the smoking section called "The Stick". There would also be a bar called the "Bog Bar".
Outside of 'The Stump' we met the cutest little boy, a perfect gentleman at like age ten. Lora was headed for the door when he rushed by, said "Excuse me" and held open the door for the two of us saying "here ya go, ma'am". We thanked him and he said 'your welcome' and ran off. If things don't work out with Howie and Alex, we are going to marry some East Texans. They are the friendliest folk around. Grown men wave back to you even if you are a perfect stranger.
After we ate a gigantic and adventurous chili cheese burger in which we didn't discover the meat until after a good while, we all headed down to the most kickin part of Jasper in East Texas, "The SUPER Wal-Mart". We were looking for a good time but all we found was Wal-Mart and there were actually big groups of teenagers walking around. We tried on seven dollar pants and looked at shoes.
Back at the house, we settled down with wine coolers and 'Guess Who'. We can't even remember how many times we played 'Guess Who'. That got boring fast so we engaged in a fast-paced match of finger-bruising air hockey on a little table we found in a spare room.
That night, we also met 'Tarantula Bob', a real, hairy, wild spider living peacefully in our front yard and scaring the wits our of us. But Bob didn't mess with us.
The third and last day, we all played tennis and got very hot so we went swimming again. There we played two more games of billiards and discovered 'White Tank Top Pool Boy'. He was nicely built, but his face wasn't that great and he wasn't a good conversationalist. There was also an Oriental boy our age that looked like a cross between Mr. X and another boy we know, but he swam away when we swam over to him.
After that and a hot dog, we returned, packed up, said goodbye to Tarantula Bob and drove away.
By the way Jasper, we will always remember the snazziest cheer we've ever heard:
"Let's go, let's go BLUE!
Go WHITE!
Go blue, go white
let's go, let's go
BLUE!!"