Bro-ad Trip

Miscellaneous

This past weekend two of my roommates and I hit the road heading to my home away from home – Charleston, South Carolina. Our 4th roommate, God rest his soul, wasn’t able to come and it kind of put a damper on the trip. (Wait, that made it sound like he died, which is not the case (oops). He just couldn’t get the time off from work.) Not only was the trip satisfying in and of itself, it was also satisfying because we actually followed through with a plan we made. This is how the planning process goes between the four of us (Come with me, and you’ll see, just how indecisive The Camp can be):

Jwil (sitting on one of the couches, laptop on, well, his lap of course): “So, what do you guys wanna do for dinner?” Shawn (sitting in his wicker chair, pondering the many mysteries of life): “I’m down for whatever.” Jon (sitting on the other couch, on Instagram or cycling mag in hand): “Yeah, it doesn’t really matter to me.” Manny (sitting in recliner, on instagram or watching some skate video): “We can either go out to eat or make something here, but nothing here has been defrosted soooo…(leaves conversation open, hoping someone will bite)”

Two hours later

Jwil/Shawn/Jon/Manny: “So, what’s the plan for dinner?”

Scene.

I promise you, it’s exactly like that. You can judge all you want, none of us care; it’s what makes us unique.

Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, Charleston. We decided to go there because: a) the city is amazing; b) we have a free place to stay; c) the beach is a 5-minute drive from our house; d) the weather is perfect down there this time of the year; e) Shawn’s never been; f) I know the area pretty well; g) the southern hospitality is fantastic; h) traffic down there is similar to a normal commute up here;…and z) we had to get away, and boy did we ever.

It’s about an 8-hour drive down there, but it definitely flies when you’ve got 80’s Cardio blasting on Pandora a majority of the ride down. Thursday and Friday we were at the beach by 11:30 am, beer in hand, soakin’ up the rays. After the beach, we went home, showered, and then headed downtown to walk around/get some lunch and hit up happy hour at some local bars. On Saturday, we enjoyed a nice brunch outside, mimosas (as the first round of drinks) on deck, and then went and hung out at the pool, but not before we took a quick cat nap at home (again – judge all you want). Saturday night we enjoyed a nice dinner at my favorite place in Charleston, Taco Boy, with my mom, my sister, and my brother-in-law. Now, does that not sound like the most relaxing vacation ever? It was so relaxing, we were all in bed by 10:30 pm. (I know, I know – you’re dealing with some of the most badass people in the lands).
All in all, it was a successful trip; the sunburn was well worth it. We’re looking forward to the next Camp Getaway, hopefully with all four roommates included. We were talking about possibly going to Miami. Or, back to Charleston. Maybe it was New Orleans? Vegas? Fucking indecisiveness…it really is a disease.
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Hell in a Hand Basket

Miscellaneous

That’s exactly where this world is going (thanks to my roomie Jwil for that lovely expression!). Apart from all of the violence-inducing activities that take place around the world every second of the day, have you seen the two stories of people making light of recent terrorist attacks (and, by recent I mean one that took place in 2001 and one that took place last year, so, yeah, recent)?

Some 14 year-old Dutch girl tweeted this exact tweet to American Airlines: “@AmericanAir hello my name’s Ibrahim and I’m from Afghanistan. I’m part of Al Qaida and on June 1st I’m gonna do something really big bye” (It took all of my strength not to correct the grammatical errors of this tweet.) She then back peddled faster than Lance Armstrong during the seventh stage of Le Tour de France when American Airlines tweeted this: “@queendemetriax Sarah, we take these threats very seriously. Your IP address and details will be forwarded to security and the FBI.” But, hey, she did receive 1,000 new followers on twitter, and having followers on social media in today’s society is viewed more valuable than money.

As for the other event that occurred a couple of days ago during the one-year anniversary of the Boston Marathon Bombing, some ass**** (can’t attach “hole” on publicly accessible media) thought it was okay to leave an unattended backpack – you know, what the bombs were in during the race last year – at the finish line, causing a chunk of the city of Boston to shut down while a bomb squad came in to safely detonate the backpack. Although this 25 year-old man was deemed mentally ill by a health expert, he went on to tell the cops during his explanation, “I knew what I was doing, it was being conceived in my head. It’s symbolism.” Symbolism? For what? Killing people? But, he has a video blog on YouTube, and he’ll probably gain a few hundred subscribers, which is equivalent to the $100,000 bond set for him, because, you know – 21st century society.

Now, if you recall the post I wrote about people who use the comment boards at the bottom of some articles, you know how much I like to skim through those almost more than I like reading the actual article. But, some of the stuff I was reading on these comment boards were making me sick. People weren’t necessarily defending these two individuals per-say, but they were saying the two events were being blown out of proportion (pun NOT intended). As for the Dutch girl, people were saying that American Airlines overreacted with their response (take a scroll through the comment board yourself). HOW DO YOU NOT OVERREACT TO A THREATENING TWEET LIKE THIS?! HELL, I’M OVERREACTING TO YOU THINKING AMERICAN AIRLINES WAS OVERREACTING AND THERE ISN’T EVEN ANYTHING TERRORISTIC ABOUT WHAT YOU SAID. FUCK! Sorry about that *brushes bangs away from eyes*. As for the other dipshit, people are using his mental illness as the excuse as to why he did it. And, for that, I would like to refer you back to earlier in this post about him confessing he knew what he was doing the whole time, regardless of sanity.

Hell in a hand basket, man.

Does this Thing Work?

Miscellaneous

Well, well, well – what do we have here? Is this the blog I used to be ever so on top of, in which I would write posts just about every other day? With me being a month+ older than I used to be when I was so actively blogging, I feel like Will Ferrell in Talladega Nights not knowing what to do with his hands during his interview. Do I use them to type, thus making words appear on the screen? Do I sit on them and speak through the microphone, finally utilizing the speak-to-text function on my laptop (does my laptop even have this function?)? Do I use them to massage my temples, as I concentrate ever so hard on making words appear like magic? This shit is too confusing. Why did I get back into this?

Since it’s been an eternity in dog years, let’s try to catch you up on what’s been going on in my life and events that have occurred since my last blog post:

  • The entire 2014 Winter Olympics.
  • The entire MLB Spring training season, plus the first 11-12 regular season games.
  • Two of my friends and I are in the early stages of starting a skate company.
  • The Camp had its first kegger, in which 30ish(?) people stopped on by.
  • Bubba Watson took home is second green jacket in three years.
  • The Caps choked yet again (at least it wasn’t in the playoffs this time, amiright?).
  • The Sox visited the White House, something I should have gone and tried to see; considering I live 20-30 minutes from Obama.
  • A Malaysian Airline got abducted by Aliens.
  • I got a new pair of shoes and a new skateboard.
  • I had a pretty long beard going, in which I didn’t trim for 2ish months, only to trim it because I got sick, and every time I blew my nose snot got stuck in my mustache (I learned something the day I trimmed it: it’s possible for you to look younger when you trim your beard even when the ending result is you still having facial hair. I thought that only occurred when you clean shaved. Who would have thunk it?)
  • My roommate Jwil and I planned a trip up to Boston to see the Sox play the Yankees in the final series of the season, which just so happens to be Dick Beater’s Derek Jeter’s last Friday night game of his regular season career.
  • And, saving the best for last: I have a girlfriend!!!!!!111!!11!!!1!1!!! 🙂

Ummmm…I think I blogged correctly. Come back in another two-months to read the next post. I need time to get back into the swing of things.