Tuesday, June 04, 2002
So this is where all the action took place this weekend, Corpus Christi.
That's Bob Hall Pier, where I wish I was right now, watching that beautiful sunset.
I have come to the conclusion that I could easily live there. Of course, I'd have to build some sort of superhuman tolerance to
Whataburger if I ever lived there.
It's Questionable Folks
We rolled into town 3ish on saturday, after a booty shakin drive. We went straight to the Ghetto hotel I have become so fond of, so that our mission would not be suspected, and carefully calculated our plan of attack for secret mission "
I Can Do It Louder." Our rendezvous was at approximately 16:00 hours. After an early reconnaissance mission, we accurately located numerous locations to purchase liquid libations.
15:00 hours: Our Corpus contact, secret agent TMJ, led us to Landry's to properly observe the town in which were to later carry out our mission. The view from the deck provided a view of the Selena statue which I originally planned to photograph for my archives. My plans were later thwarted when the possibility of "sleep where you fall fiesta" was presented by Secret agent TMJ.
We first made a detour to the Blackeyed Pea for a recovery mission of some discounted beverages. Secret agent Big Daddy Daryle was later taken aboard on our mission. Afterwards we assembled at the hotel for a midnight Jam session. Secret agent Ram-i-rez and Secret agent TMJ assumed the responsibility of entertaining at the "fiesta." The resulting musical experience can be described as nothing less that pure genius. A riveting performance of Dueling Banjo's was followed up by Secret agent TMJ's interpretation of various popular country songs, and some originals he composed himself. We then found ourselves congregated on the beach to examine Secret agent TMJ's running drills. His expert ability to detect the elusive "sand crab" was observed by all agents, and logged away for future reference, as was his startling ability to emulate a barking dog, and a cat in heat. Secret agents L-Dawg, and TXtulip found Gertrude and the Buddha in severe pain from overexertion of the abdominal muscles. Secret agent Son of a Billy found himself in the compromising situation of protecting his anal passage. Since our mission had fallen short of completion, Secret agent TMJ gave the orders to extend it one more day, giving us ample time to "Do It Louder."
Sunday afternoon was spent catching rays and immersing ourselves in the great Gulf of Mexico. This was merely a practice drill to later facilitate us in our evening mission. We freshened up, rested up, nourished ourselves, and entertained ourselves for awhile at Secret agent TMJ's habitation. This is when Secret agent L-Dawg discovered that KC, the mission mascot, had a secret yearning for her. Not only did she stalk her in the bathroom, but she gave her "the look" quite frequently. Although disturbed, Secret agent L-Dawg handled the situation with grace and resolve, informing the feline vixen that it just wasn't meant to be, mission rules would not allow it. Secret mission "I Can Do It Louder" was properly completed that night at disclosed location, Bob Hall Pier. Secret agent TMJ's running drills paid off when he was required to feverishly run to and fro, in order to hold the attention of secret agents TXtulip, and L-Dawg. In the intervening time, Secret agents TXtulip and L-Dawg were perfecting the "DEATH ROLL" in the surf, a new tactic learned earlier that day compliments of the crocodile hunter. The escapade finally drew to a close in the early morning hours. We spent the next 16 hours recuperating in the cleanest room in the house. Secret agent L-Dawg manged to accomplish the staggering feat of only removing her exhausted body from the bed on a few occasions to go to the restroom, traveling a combined distance of approximately 10 or so feet. Secret agent TMJ arranged for sustenance and television entertainment, and all was well. With the satisfaction of a mission well carried out, we made our way back to H-Town.
♥Oh, so vintage... 7:59 PM
