plenty of time for box ball as stephen calls it.
dont touch my left one...it is huge.
Alexander
-RRL
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Slam-hunk
A fun filled day of batting cages, skiball, pool, airhockey, ping pong, razor scooters, biscuits and gravy, basketball, naps, tanning beds, and showers at my uncles house.
Alexander
- RRL
Friday, February 6, 2009
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Pizza's Always Proper
Hey guys, Cool Steve again. In comparison to the first week of tour, these last few days have been somewhat low key. I'm going to try to make them seem interesting but you need to go into this blog with the realization that I'm Stephen Boyd, not Mark Titus.
Upon arriving in Tallahassee, FL we saw an exponential increase in the amount of homeless people. We saw the same increase in the amount of bike lanes on the roads. Now I'm no Charles Babbage but I think the data pools can speak for themselves.
My favorite part about the venue in Tallahassee (The Shed) was the bathroom. There are at least three reasons why using this bathroom had you terrified.
1. No light
2. The door didn't latch and definitely didn't lock
3. The toilet didn't flush
Of course we spent most of our time trying to get Kyle to poop in there, and eventually succeeded. Kyle said it went fine but his eyes told a different story and he really hasn’t been the same since.
After the show the guy putting on the show bought us pizza, and I don’t even need to tell you how much I love a good ‘za. Should I remind you that I play the drums in a band called Super Dude Pizza Squad? Well I just did, and I do. It used to be called Super Teen Pizza Squad but I turned 20 and I don’t like lying. Anyways, I’ve been eating pizza on this tour with no regard for the roof of my mouth and so it’s basically just been a big blister for the last three days. Don’t tell me you blow on your pizza before eating it though because you’re not impressing anyone and you’re making yourself look like a pansy. Trust me, it looks way manlier to take a scalding hot bite and then do the open mouth chew/blow-out while lowering your head hoping no one sees. It’s even better when a pepperoni falls out during the head-lower.
We stayed the night at this girl Julia’s house, and she and Kyle set up an environment that even Michael Phelps would have been comfortable in. I played Rock Band with her for 5 songs and I’m not one to brag but I absolutely wiped the floor with her. Someone walked by her house and looked in the window and just started laughing and that’s when I knew I was better than her at close to everything.
Here’s a side note that might be embarrassing to some but it needs to be said. Alex played it safe with a vague post expressing disappointment but as I said earlier I’m not one to lie and the truth needs to be told. Julia wanted to have sex with Frank. Frank didn’t do it.
The next day was exciting for everyone because it was free Grand Slam Tuesday at Denny’s. We thought there was a Denny’s in Tallahassee but I must have gotten a contact high (physically impossible) the night before because when we woke up in the morning a Denny’s didn’t exist within 50 miles of our location. We dipped out and headed towards Tampa and hit up a Denny’s about an hour into the trip. On the way into Denny’s I told Frank to lock all the doors and he didn’t. Frank was 0-2. Everyone else however was 1-0 because we all scored some most excellent breakfast for the cost of a book at Barnes & Noble if you’re good at stealing. Frank was still 0-2 though because I don’t want him to win at anything.
We got to Tampa mad early and so Zack and I got our workout on while the rest of the guys went to a coffee shop. After our killer sesh we all met up at the coffee shop and four of us went across the street to get some pizza. I had a few slices of pepperoni because that’s how I roll and veggies are for people who don’t like good food. You already know I was cramming that hot triangle into my mouth as soon as I set it on the table. The pizza apparently didn’t like our stomachs though because as we were packing up our stuff to leave Zack paused to let out a quick fart and his face soon looked like McCauley Culkin. He ran to the bathroom and ten minutes later emerged underwear-free due to the fact that he totally pooped in his pants.
The coffee shop we played at had this awesome Pagan meeting before the show but I thought it said Peggle meeting so I went in there with my laptop and started asking people what their high scores were. They thought I was making fun of them so I have something like 5 spells cast on me right now and I’m kind of freaking out. The show itself was weird and Zack played acoustic, but we met some really awesome dudes who played boxball with us for about an hour afterwards. I spent a large chunk of time in square #1 again which prompted a lot of speculation as to whether I was cheating or not. Zack thought it would be funny to write “Stephen cheats” on the blacktop with chalk but ended up writing “Stephen cheets” instead. It’s pretty obvious to me that this guy couldn’t write a legitimate sentence without consulting a dictionary so you tell me who the real cheater is here.
Boxball ended and we had no place to stay so we headed to Gainesville and stayed with some most excellent dudes who made us some soup. I appreciated the soup but I thought they were kidding when they showed me the pot. It contained some of the biggest chunks of tomatoes and onions I’ve seen all tour. I kept waiting for someone to laugh and expose the prank but it never happened and I was left standing in the corner picking out unnecessary tomatoes and onions from a soup that at one time probably had a lot of potential.
The next morning Zack and I headed to the Y to get our work out on. We stopped at a Taco Bell on the way and I (of course) was wearing my killer shades. The guy at the window kept making comments to other people inside the TB like, "OK, I see dat dude wearing dos shades, I see you" so Zack said "OK, I see you working full time at Taco Bell, I see you." Ultimate burn. On the way back to the house a Hoobastank song came on the radio and I was getting my nostalgia on so hard that I Staind my shirt and my Incubus fell off. After lurking at the crib for a bit we headed to a pizza place and I got my standard two slices of pep with a drink. The slices were legit and I didn’t regret spending my money which usually happens when I go to a place like Applebee’s or IHOP. The show took place at a bike co-op amidst freezing temperatures. We all had a lot of fun though and in between songs I did this awesome drum solo where I took off my shirt. People were screaming a lot so I was feeling really good about that. If I can change just one life with an awesome drum solo then I know it’s all worth it.
Frank got really drunk last night so he was screaming nonsense at 2 in the morning and I’ve never been more embarrassed by him in my life, which if you read the beginning of this blog you’ll know holds weight. We woke up fairly early and headed to Orlando where we are now. We’ve already spotted Penny Hardaway’s fountain house and Zack and I saw close to 10 naked old men in a locker room. What did YOU do today?
Cool Steve
RRL
Upon arriving in Tallahassee, FL we saw an exponential increase in the amount of homeless people. We saw the same increase in the amount of bike lanes on the roads. Now I'm no Charles Babbage but I think the data pools can speak for themselves.
My favorite part about the venue in Tallahassee (The Shed) was the bathroom. There are at least three reasons why using this bathroom had you terrified.
1. No light
2. The door didn't latch and definitely didn't lock
3. The toilet didn't flush
Of course we spent most of our time trying to get Kyle to poop in there, and eventually succeeded. Kyle said it went fine but his eyes told a different story and he really hasn’t been the same since.
After the show the guy putting on the show bought us pizza, and I don’t even need to tell you how much I love a good ‘za. Should I remind you that I play the drums in a band called Super Dude Pizza Squad? Well I just did, and I do. It used to be called Super Teen Pizza Squad but I turned 20 and I don’t like lying. Anyways, I’ve been eating pizza on this tour with no regard for the roof of my mouth and so it’s basically just been a big blister for the last three days. Don’t tell me you blow on your pizza before eating it though because you’re not impressing anyone and you’re making yourself look like a pansy. Trust me, it looks way manlier to take a scalding hot bite and then do the open mouth chew/blow-out while lowering your head hoping no one sees. It’s even better when a pepperoni falls out during the head-lower.
We stayed the night at this girl Julia’s house, and she and Kyle set up an environment that even Michael Phelps would have been comfortable in. I played Rock Band with her for 5 songs and I’m not one to brag but I absolutely wiped the floor with her. Someone walked by her house and looked in the window and just started laughing and that’s when I knew I was better than her at close to everything.
Here’s a side note that might be embarrassing to some but it needs to be said. Alex played it safe with a vague post expressing disappointment but as I said earlier I’m not one to lie and the truth needs to be told. Julia wanted to have sex with Frank. Frank didn’t do it.
The next day was exciting for everyone because it was free Grand Slam Tuesday at Denny’s. We thought there was a Denny’s in Tallahassee but I must have gotten a contact high (physically impossible) the night before because when we woke up in the morning a Denny’s didn’t exist within 50 miles of our location. We dipped out and headed towards Tampa and hit up a Denny’s about an hour into the trip. On the way into Denny’s I told Frank to lock all the doors and he didn’t. Frank was 0-2. Everyone else however was 1-0 because we all scored some most excellent breakfast for the cost of a book at Barnes & Noble if you’re good at stealing. Frank was still 0-2 though because I don’t want him to win at anything.
We got to Tampa mad early and so Zack and I got our workout on while the rest of the guys went to a coffee shop. After our killer sesh we all met up at the coffee shop and four of us went across the street to get some pizza. I had a few slices of pepperoni because that’s how I roll and veggies are for people who don’t like good food. You already know I was cramming that hot triangle into my mouth as soon as I set it on the table. The pizza apparently didn’t like our stomachs though because as we were packing up our stuff to leave Zack paused to let out a quick fart and his face soon looked like McCauley Culkin. He ran to the bathroom and ten minutes later emerged underwear-free due to the fact that he totally pooped in his pants.
The coffee shop we played at had this awesome Pagan meeting before the show but I thought it said Peggle meeting so I went in there with my laptop and started asking people what their high scores were. They thought I was making fun of them so I have something like 5 spells cast on me right now and I’m kind of freaking out. The show itself was weird and Zack played acoustic, but we met some really awesome dudes who played boxball with us for about an hour afterwards. I spent a large chunk of time in square #1 again which prompted a lot of speculation as to whether I was cheating or not. Zack thought it would be funny to write “Stephen cheats” on the blacktop with chalk but ended up writing “Stephen cheets” instead. It’s pretty obvious to me that this guy couldn’t write a legitimate sentence without consulting a dictionary so you tell me who the real cheater is here.
Boxball ended and we had no place to stay so we headed to Gainesville and stayed with some most excellent dudes who made us some soup. I appreciated the soup but I thought they were kidding when they showed me the pot. It contained some of the biggest chunks of tomatoes and onions I’ve seen all tour. I kept waiting for someone to laugh and expose the prank but it never happened and I was left standing in the corner picking out unnecessary tomatoes and onions from a soup that at one time probably had a lot of potential.
The next morning Zack and I headed to the Y to get our work out on. We stopped at a Taco Bell on the way and I (of course) was wearing my killer shades. The guy at the window kept making comments to other people inside the TB like, "OK, I see dat dude wearing dos shades, I see you" so Zack said "OK, I see you working full time at Taco Bell, I see you." Ultimate burn. On the way back to the house a Hoobastank song came on the radio and I was getting my nostalgia on so hard that I Staind my shirt and my Incubus fell off. After lurking at the crib for a bit we headed to a pizza place and I got my standard two slices of pep with a drink. The slices were legit and I didn’t regret spending my money which usually happens when I go to a place like Applebee’s or IHOP. The show took place at a bike co-op amidst freezing temperatures. We all had a lot of fun though and in between songs I did this awesome drum solo where I took off my shirt. People were screaming a lot so I was feeling really good about that. If I can change just one life with an awesome drum solo then I know it’s all worth it.
Frank got really drunk last night so he was screaming nonsense at 2 in the morning and I’ve never been more embarrassed by him in my life, which if you read the beginning of this blog you’ll know holds weight. We woke up fairly early and headed to Orlando where we are now. We’ve already spotted Penny Hardaway’s fountain house and Zack and I saw close to 10 naked old men in a locker room. What did YOU do today?
Cool Steve
RRL
let's get physical... physical
Sumo wrestler 1 in the maroon is a beer.
sumo wrestler 2 in the black and doing the pile drive is frank.
in culmination, frank loves to dirnk to get durnk.
Alexander
-RRL
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
God is a spaghetti monster.
Bummed to ever have to get off a bike...(or to not be a trendy doosh.)
Frank, Nicky and I rode these bikes of the people we are staying with to downtown gainesville to a sweet farmers market.
It was awesome, fresh veggies and fruit, a French woman selling some serious pastries.
I had this fresh mozarella, feta and pesto pastry that had a fresh tomato cooked in it.
Frank hates people that make coffee wrong so he killed this guy who made his coffee wrong. He also stabbed him after he died and raped the stab wound. Then he found a better coffee shop that had a dude from Bloomington and he made his coffee right. Frank was happy. And I got zack a sock cap so he could feel confident again.
Alexander
- RRL
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Oh New Orleans.
We will never forget your foot-powder pansy pastries that got liberally ejaculated onto our beings.
Frank wants a kiss, not that he would take one if offered though.
Alexander
- RRL
Cute dog
Lame post but I don't care, he was adorable and I miss my English bulldog. Made my day, so go poop your pants...
Alexander
- RRL
4-square
With 12 players this was the 3rd four square match and the most intense.
Stephen Cheetos.
Alexander
- RRL
Too bad
You have let everyone down in the worst possible way.
RIP frank schweikhardt...
It was ok while it lasted but it couldn't go on forever. Now that you are dead in our eyes, because of the circumstances we all think you deserved to die. You have raped all of our hopes and dreams and ruined all of our lives. Your actions should be punishable by law, and the universal punishment should be death by something horrible and unthinkable.
And please don't ever come back from the dead, I don't know if I can handle another monster-sized let down.
Sincerely
--Everyone in rodeo, and human kind as a whole.
You only live once.
How many bowls of "famous franks other dick soup did you have?"
It only takes one.
Alexander
- RRL
Eye-pod
Lots of normalcy. This is what happens when Kyle sees any two things he wants to look at, at the same time. Literally any two things.
Alexander
- RRL
Monday, February 2, 2009
I Would Gladly Pay You Nothing
Hey guys, it’s been a while. A lot has gone down since the last time I blogged, so let me fill you in.
Two nights ago we played our show in Baton Rouge. The show itself was a little weird and the mood was a little down afterwards. Alex and I were hanging out in a bedroom when a small group gathered.
I knew I couldn’t let this feeling linger, so I quickly transformed into Cool Steve and walked out into a room of 4 or 5 awkward people sitting on couches. Before they knew what hit them, dance music started pouring out of the speakers and I was shoulder dropping and wobbly legging like I had no business ever being there. Caught with the infection, they started dancing too, and after a few minutes we had ourselves a full-fledged dance party. Shirts came off, liquids were spilled on the floor, and I’m not lying when I tell you that at one point every girl in the room asked me if I would dance with them. Sorry ladies, Cool Steve’s got better things to do.
After the dance party Zack, Frank, new pal Emily and myself were all a bit hungry. We hopped in Emily’s car and headed to the Burger King because I’ve had a free Whopper coupon that quite frankly has been a sonuvabitch to try to use. The first BK we went to claimed to be 24 hours but actions speak louder than words, and their actions were filled with an infinite amount of shenanigans as their drive through was blocked and their lights were off. We headed to another location and on the way the song “Beautiful Girls” came on the radio. I heard the suck right away and knew I had to do something about it, so I channeled the spirit of Eli Porter and spit a freestyle so fresh over the beat that people in Baton Rouge are still referring to it as "The Remix". We arrived at the next BK at 3:45 a.m. and saw they start serving breakfast at 4. Cool, I can still get that Whopper. Little did I know that shenanigans at BK aren’t limited to only one location, and can actually be transferred. This store had obviously just received a shipment because when I broke down and ordered breakfast (bacon egg and cheese biscuit and orange juice with no pulp) the lady thought I was kidding. She said, “excuse me?” with more attitude than Rosie O'Donnell. I stuck my head out the window and said it a bit louder which caused the record at the party to screech to a halt. “You ain’t gonna get no food if you’re yellin’ at me like that” said O'Donnell. Emily stepped up to the plate and made it clear that attitude can be given just as it’s received. To make a long story short, we spoke to the manager (who was probably just O'Donnell trying to stay out of trouble) and headed to Jack In The Box where they welcomed us with open arms, made us feel at home, and cried when we left.
That night we stayed at Emily’s apartment where she had a king sized bed for Frank, Alex and me to share. Zack and Emily slept on the floor and if you think I feel guilty about that then you don't know me. We woke up the next morning and Zack and Emily had gotten pancake mix with chocolate and peanut butter chips to throw into the mix. Frank was so happy he cried in the corner for 5 minutes and I had to tell him if he doesn’t stop crying then I’m eating all his pancakes in front of his face. After pancakes were eaten a knock on the door was heard. I opened the door and saw a man who, simply put, loved America. Zack swears his truck said KAB (Keep America Beautiful) on it. He was here to help Emily move, and so we assisted for a bit and then got bored and spent five minutes trying to decide whether we should drop a pumpkin off the balcony or not. After loading some things in this guy's truck he decided to take them to her new house. We were all standing outside (in t-shirts still, because it was something like 65 and sunny) and watching America back up his truck to leave. He was just going straight back and never turning his steering wheel. Keep in mind this is in an apartment complex parking lot, so as he’s backing up we’re all thinking, “oh he’s going to turn his wheel soon or even brake so that he doesn’t hit the car that is right behind him.” Well America never turned his wheel and we got the pleasure of seeing him rip a hole in another car’s bumper. He got out of the truck and said “did I hit it?” and Zack said with almost TOO much sarcasm in his voice, “no dude, the loud crunch you just heard was me stepping on a soda can, and the jarring stop you just felt was you waking the hell up and stepping on your brake.” America was just relieved that he didn’t hit anything so he drove away. America didn’t know Zack was kidding.
Later that night I was getting restless because I had a craving to be surrounded by beer and girls that are beads away from showing people their breasts. We headed to Bourbon St. in downtown New Orleans where dreams you never knew you had come true. Then we headed to Café Du Monde and took powdered sugar showers, much to a weird old guy’s delight.
To end the night we headed to a haunted nunnery in Covington, LA. Apparently there is a man who lives next to it who won’t hesitate to bring out his shotgun if he sees you entering. It was scarier walking up to the nunnery than exploring it. My favorite part of the adventure is when I threw a rock down a dark hallway and everyone freaked out except Alex who’s stoked meter was unable to show a reading anymore because it was OFF THE CHARTS. I thought everyone knew it was me because I was smiling so big after it happened but apparently they had no idea. I’m even sneakier than I thought.
The next day we finally had to leave Baton Rouge and head to Mobile where we were planning to watch the Super Bowl. Nicky and Courtney went to Sonic and got us all some lunch which was hamburgers and potato nuggets. I would gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today, but here was a situation where I would gladly pay you never for a hamburger right now. Now I know some weird things have been happening on this tour, but what happened next tops them all. I opened up the burger and saw one of the worst things you can see: onions that look just like the lettuce. This is a hard situation to be in because I hate onions, but I want lettuce. I spent close to 5 minutes picking up each individual piece of lettuce/onion and inspecting it, then throwing it away if it was in fact an onion. Mission accomplished.
We pulled into Pascagoula, MS where we found a Buffalo Wild Wings. We had some time to kill before the game so boxball was played and to say I spent at least half the time in box number 1 would be an understatement. The time finally came and we all piled into B-Dubs to watch the game. I’m not going to bore you with all the details, but I will inform you of this. The place erupted when two of the most beautiful plays in the history of Steelers football occurred (play 1 and play 2), but nothing can compare to the celebration explosion when the Denny’s commercial came on announcing a free grand slam breakfast on Tuesday from 6am – 2pm. I couldn’t hear myself think for 5 minutes as people were screaming and jumping off tables. Dance music was blaring and I shook it on the table for a bit because I needed to show Mississippi how Cool Steve gets down. As I’m sure you know by now, the mighty Pittsburgh Steelers prevailed and became the first team to win 6 Super Bowls. We played boxball for close to an hour after the game in the parking lot until it started to rain.
We needed a place to stay the night so after some phone calls Nicky found a possible beach house we could stay in. The only problem was that no one was there, the owners weren’t going to know we were there, and we would have to break in. Oh and it was on an island in southern Alabama. None of us could see a problem with the scenario so we headed towards it. On bridge to the island we were coming up on a hill that was so dark and steep it looked like a drawbridge that had been raised. Zack was absolutely sure that’s what it was so as we approached it he was screaming at me to slow down out of fear of falling off the raised bridge. Alex just screamed “PIZZA” at the top of his lungs and Nicky cried in the back. We got to the island and eventually to the beach house where we realized we weren’t going to be able to get in. We cut our losses, threw street cred out the window, and pitched in to get a room at a Red Roof Inn, where we’re currently staying. I’m eating everything in the mini-bar because you only live once.
We left the motel around noon and started heading towards Tallahassee. The drive in and of itself contained very little action besides some rain here and there. At one point the rain started to get noisy and annoying so I said "STOP" pretty matter-of-factly and at once the rain did just that. I'm not saying, I'm just saying.
Cool Steve
RRL
Two nights ago we played our show in Baton Rouge. The show itself was a little weird and the mood was a little down afterwards. Alex and I were hanging out in a bedroom when a small group gathered.
I knew I couldn’t let this feeling linger, so I quickly transformed into Cool Steve and walked out into a room of 4 or 5 awkward people sitting on couches. Before they knew what hit them, dance music started pouring out of the speakers and I was shoulder dropping and wobbly legging like I had no business ever being there. Caught with the infection, they started dancing too, and after a few minutes we had ourselves a full-fledged dance party. Shirts came off, liquids were spilled on the floor, and I’m not lying when I tell you that at one point every girl in the room asked me if I would dance with them. Sorry ladies, Cool Steve’s got better things to do.
After the dance party Zack, Frank, new pal Emily and myself were all a bit hungry. We hopped in Emily’s car and headed to the Burger King because I’ve had a free Whopper coupon that quite frankly has been a sonuvabitch to try to use. The first BK we went to claimed to be 24 hours but actions speak louder than words, and their actions were filled with an infinite amount of shenanigans as their drive through was blocked and their lights were off. We headed to another location and on the way the song “Beautiful Girls” came on the radio. I heard the suck right away and knew I had to do something about it, so I channeled the spirit of Eli Porter and spit a freestyle so fresh over the beat that people in Baton Rouge are still referring to it as "The Remix". We arrived at the next BK at 3:45 a.m. and saw they start serving breakfast at 4. Cool, I can still get that Whopper. Little did I know that shenanigans at BK aren’t limited to only one location, and can actually be transferred. This store had obviously just received a shipment because when I broke down and ordered breakfast (bacon egg and cheese biscuit and orange juice with no pulp) the lady thought I was kidding. She said, “excuse me?” with more attitude than Rosie O'Donnell. I stuck my head out the window and said it a bit louder which caused the record at the party to screech to a halt. “You ain’t gonna get no food if you’re yellin’ at me like that” said O'Donnell. Emily stepped up to the plate and made it clear that attitude can be given just as it’s received. To make a long story short, we spoke to the manager (who was probably just O'Donnell trying to stay out of trouble) and headed to Jack In The Box where they welcomed us with open arms, made us feel at home, and cried when we left.
That night we stayed at Emily’s apartment where she had a king sized bed for Frank, Alex and me to share. Zack and Emily slept on the floor and if you think I feel guilty about that then you don't know me. We woke up the next morning and Zack and Emily had gotten pancake mix with chocolate and peanut butter chips to throw into the mix. Frank was so happy he cried in the corner for 5 minutes and I had to tell him if he doesn’t stop crying then I’m eating all his pancakes in front of his face. After pancakes were eaten a knock on the door was heard. I opened the door and saw a man who, simply put, loved America. Zack swears his truck said KAB (Keep America Beautiful) on it. He was here to help Emily move, and so we assisted for a bit and then got bored and spent five minutes trying to decide whether we should drop a pumpkin off the balcony or not. After loading some things in this guy's truck he decided to take them to her new house. We were all standing outside (in t-shirts still, because it was something like 65 and sunny) and watching America back up his truck to leave. He was just going straight back and never turning his steering wheel. Keep in mind this is in an apartment complex parking lot, so as he’s backing up we’re all thinking, “oh he’s going to turn his wheel soon or even brake so that he doesn’t hit the car that is right behind him.” Well America never turned his wheel and we got the pleasure of seeing him rip a hole in another car’s bumper. He got out of the truck and said “did I hit it?” and Zack said with almost TOO much sarcasm in his voice, “no dude, the loud crunch you just heard was me stepping on a soda can, and the jarring stop you just felt was you waking the hell up and stepping on your brake.” America was just relieved that he didn’t hit anything so he drove away. America didn’t know Zack was kidding.
Later that night I was getting restless because I had a craving to be surrounded by beer and girls that are beads away from showing people their breasts. We headed to Bourbon St. in downtown New Orleans where dreams you never knew you had come true. Then we headed to Café Du Monde and took powdered sugar showers, much to a weird old guy’s delight.
To end the night we headed to a haunted nunnery in Covington, LA. Apparently there is a man who lives next to it who won’t hesitate to bring out his shotgun if he sees you entering. It was scarier walking up to the nunnery than exploring it. My favorite part of the adventure is when I threw a rock down a dark hallway and everyone freaked out except Alex who’s stoked meter was unable to show a reading anymore because it was OFF THE CHARTS. I thought everyone knew it was me because I was smiling so big after it happened but apparently they had no idea. I’m even sneakier than I thought.
The next day we finally had to leave Baton Rouge and head to Mobile where we were planning to watch the Super Bowl. Nicky and Courtney went to Sonic and got us all some lunch which was hamburgers and potato nuggets. I would gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today, but here was a situation where I would gladly pay you never for a hamburger right now. Now I know some weird things have been happening on this tour, but what happened next tops them all. I opened up the burger and saw one of the worst things you can see: onions that look just like the lettuce. This is a hard situation to be in because I hate onions, but I want lettuce. I spent close to 5 minutes picking up each individual piece of lettuce/onion and inspecting it, then throwing it away if it was in fact an onion. Mission accomplished.
We pulled into Pascagoula, MS where we found a Buffalo Wild Wings. We had some time to kill before the game so boxball was played and to say I spent at least half the time in box number 1 would be an understatement. The time finally came and we all piled into B-Dubs to watch the game. I’m not going to bore you with all the details, but I will inform you of this. The place erupted when two of the most beautiful plays in the history of Steelers football occurred (play 1 and play 2), but nothing can compare to the celebration explosion when the Denny’s commercial came on announcing a free grand slam breakfast on Tuesday from 6am – 2pm. I couldn’t hear myself think for 5 minutes as people were screaming and jumping off tables. Dance music was blaring and I shook it on the table for a bit because I needed to show Mississippi how Cool Steve gets down. As I’m sure you know by now, the mighty Pittsburgh Steelers prevailed and became the first team to win 6 Super Bowls. We played boxball for close to an hour after the game in the parking lot until it started to rain.
We needed a place to stay the night so after some phone calls Nicky found a possible beach house we could stay in. The only problem was that no one was there, the owners weren’t going to know we were there, and we would have to break in. Oh and it was on an island in southern Alabama. None of us could see a problem with the scenario so we headed towards it. On bridge to the island we were coming up on a hill that was so dark and steep it looked like a drawbridge that had been raised. Zack was absolutely sure that’s what it was so as we approached it he was screaming at me to slow down out of fear of falling off the raised bridge. Alex just screamed “PIZZA” at the top of his lungs and Nicky cried in the back. We got to the island and eventually to the beach house where we realized we weren’t going to be able to get in. We cut our losses, threw street cred out the window, and pitched in to get a room at a Red Roof Inn, where we’re currently staying. I’m eating everything in the mini-bar because you only live once.
We left the motel around noon and started heading towards Tallahassee. The drive in and of itself contained very little action besides some rain here and there. At one point the rain started to get noisy and annoying so I said "STOP" pretty matter-of-factly and at once the rain did just that. I'm not saying, I'm just saying.
Cool Steve
RRL
Blog over breath
Ever held your breath in for the length of a tunnel? Me either. But everyone else did... And succeeded.
I chose blog over breath.
Alexander
- RRL
Hotel?
First time in rodeo history we slept in a hotel together while on tour. Amazingly comfortable.
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Riding a whale
Riding shamu onto dauphin island we encountered a bridge and a cedar point ride. More elaboration on that soon.
Alexander
- RRL
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Palm Tits
Directly after this picture was taken Stephen died from the sheer weight of Mardi Gras beads that was dropped and/or thrown at him.
rip stephen.
Alexander
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