Ok, before I can tell the fun stories from today, I guess I should fill you in on our adventures in San Diego. ChkRazed was gracious enough to let us stay at his house for a few nights and show us around town, so props to him. We went to the Mission Beach area to check it out one day, and he showed us around the town on the drive out there. The next night we went to the Barona casino, where both ChkRazed and I got beat up in the 1/3 game by a bunch of donkeys. He started calling me the nickname "FML" after I said very loudly "Fuck my life" while throwing my AK into the muck after losing to the biggest donkey on earth when he tabled his Q4o that he called my UTG raise and a cbet with on a K94 flop (the turn was another 4). I lost like $700 that night. The next night we went out to eat at ChkRazed's favorite Mexican restaurant, which was very good, then went to a pool hall and played several games of cutthroat until Bruechips showed up and then we played doubles. After that we went to Cheetah's, a fully nude strip club. That was a first for me, but the trade off was they didn't serve alcohol. Was it worth it? Hell yeah! Of course I got suckered into a dance from a girl from Indiana...go Hoosiers!
We left the next day for Phoenix and got in pretty late there, but we had time to eat at Cooperstown, a restaurant with goth looking waitresses wearing Alice Cooper-like makeup. The next morning we went to Casino Arizona and played some $5 blackjack. I finished up $155 after being down $50, then working my way up a few bets and starting to bet bigger with the house's money. Nfuego finished up like $15 grinding out his $5 bets lol. We left from there and headed to New Mexico for a quick overnight stay and got on the road about 9 this morning. He drove until we stopped for lunch at Subway, then I asked to drive because I was getting bored in the passenger seat. We were going on I-10 in western Texas, and he had been driving 85, so I set the cruise for 84 and off we went. After a few hours I noticed a cop car driving the opposite direction and then looked in my rearview mirror and saw it cross the median and pull out our direction. I said something like "Oh great I'm going to get pulled over for going 4 over" and Steve replied "They usually don't clock you going the opposite direction" but sure enough he came zooming up behind me with his lights on. Fuck my life. He came walking up with his cowboy hat on and said he got me for speeding, going 84 in an 80. After checking up on our story and my ID and insurance, he just issued me a warning. Shwew, thank you sir!
A few hours later I pulled into a gas station to fill up, then drove over to Dairy Queen to get a milkshake. While we're sitting in the drive-thru the car starts idling funny so I put it in park. After ordering I put it in drive and push on the gas, only to hear the engine rev. What the heck? After turning the car off and putting it back in drive, it decided to cooperate and actually move...only to do the same thing at the pickup window...and at the stop sign. I turned the car off and let it sit for a while, then asked Nfuego if he wanted to try to take it on the Interstate or stay near the exit where there was a hotel and looked to be an auto repair shop. He said go for it, so I drove his '95 Ford Taurus down the on ramp. I got it up to 70 MPH and turned on the cruise, but knew something was weird. While going up the next hill the transmission started slipping or something, the car started lurching forward, and then it just basically died. I barely got it up the hill and pulled over off the Interstate. To make a long story short, we drove the car to a transmission repair shop, walked the 2.5 miles back to the hotel that we checked into, and are now waiting on El Nino and his girlfriend to come pick us up...which is a 4 hour drive. I'm really hoping his transmission isn't fried because that's going to be super expensive, but in the meantime we're going to stay at El Nino's as planned, go to the Cleveland Indians season opener tomorrow as planned, and wait to hear back about his car. Wish us luck!
Sunday, April 5, 2009
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Sucks about the car. Where did it die? If you're going to the Tribe opener (I'm jealous), I'm guessing you're right around Arlington, which is where I grew up...small world.
Enjoy the rest of the trip. I've done Texas-to-Indiana plenty of times, and it's a pretty boring drive, but there are plenty of casinos along the way. Good luck!
Car died in Big Spring, TX, 4 hours east of where we're staying in Grapevine. The opener sucked about as badly as it possibly could, and vizer just kept acting like he was a Rangers fan and knew what was going on to piss me off. I'll be paying about $2000 to get the transmission fixed, which is a bad enough beat and then I have to put up with his bs at the ballpark. Dumbass doesn't even know what a balk is.
Dagger on the car! Such a bad beat. Fun to hang out with you guys though. Hope the rest of your trip goes well.
-bruechips
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