10-04-08

10-4 good buddy...was this ever a crazy day.

stef and i headed to the yearly fat tire farm video showing of the latest New World Disorder Video; we picked up Hack on the way there. I was warned about the crazy stuff that happenned the year before (I was in Hawaii, so I missed out). I had no idea that it was going to be this crazy.

we arrived a bit late and fat larry and april were already inside...one problem, they had our tickets. since we were just about the last people in line, we had kinda crappy seats, we were not all in one big group like years past. maybe that kept the mayhem down till later. video was great, bigger jumps, crazier stunts..the normal progression. after the show was over, and the raffle was done, we were still milling around the theater, fat larry and hack were drinking a little much. i was talking with raul near the stage when fat larry thought it would be a good idea to jump on my back. i told him to get off me when he didn't....he did the jamie assisted front flip onto the nice sticky theater floor. after smashing his head in the floor a couple times to get him to calm down, josh came and broke it up. oh, but that's not the good part.

we headed out towards raul's house, gonna go hang out and have a few drinks..but it came to an abrupt burrito beer vomit hault when hack decided to release his stomach all over my wife's car. not just in one small spot like a baby thowing up some milk, but like the walrus in 50 first dates...everywhere projectile vomit. after everybody got out of the car screaming, the only cleaning product i had was window cleaner...not sure why that was in the car? got it as clean as possible with what we had and headed towards home. we called raul and said sorry, "not coming over." on the way home i thought about stopping at the gas station on the top of sylvan hill to try and get some other cleaning supplies, but it happenned again. projectile! this one was better than the first, it got into fat larry and april's mouth...they started to hurl, my wife was hurling...it was like the scene from stand by me. after everybody was done hurling, we got back in the vomit comet and headed towards greg's. he said he needed to get out of the car about ten blocks from his house, so i abliged and let him out.

when arriving back at larry and aprils house, i used their brand new steam cleaning for an hour or so to get the smell and chunks out of the car and headed home spraying febreeze about every five seconds. the next day i spent another seven hours cleaning the car, opening door panels, cleaning window control switches, shampoo carpets and cleaning every nook and cranny of the car....it still stank. tuesday took it to a detail shop $350 dollars later it still stinks when you hit the brakes...the smell comes from some place in the back seat. i'm going to try and take apart the doors today and see if i missed any chunks.

no pictures of the day.

hopefully next year isn't so crazy!