We never fail to have the best possible time…even if we start out our trip at 4 am with no set plans and only one ambiguos destination.
If we learned one thing from this kick butt trip (that we will tell you ALL about in just a sec I promise) it’s that all you need to have a freakin RIOT is:
- your best friend
- a car (that you may or may not sleep in, full of pillows and blankets)
- your drink of choice (TEQUILA HOLLABACK… #bye)
- a mindset that the girls who brought your best guy friends with them will love you, welcoming you with open arms (after you give them all of your alcohol–PLEASE B*TCH, TAKE IT & LOVE US)
- and an optimistic attitude that will get you through an 8 mile walk when you’re too bored and cheap to wait for a taxi (because obviously you need the exercise after a day full of drinking and not eating anything…)
So… here’ s the back story. We have spent America’s b-day together every year since we left for college…There was no chance we were breaking that sick tradition. But this year we wanted to do something better than ever before (don’t get me wrong… the family parties/fireworks are a hoot) but we had to let loose and do somethin’ cray.
Here we go. I’ll paint ya a pretty little picture of this glorious scene beginning at 4 FREAKIN A.M.
4am- alarm goes off (it was set as Classic Man by Jidenna.. because something needs to pump you up when you’re waking up that early)
4:20am- we ACTUALLY wake up
4:45-6am- through the extreme delusion we manage to get prettay. Ready to rage our faces off (haha I’m honestly kidding, we aren’t that nuts)
6:15am- on that starbs hype. ICED COFFEE ICED COFFEE ICED COFFEE. (by this I mean we had three grande iced coffees by the time we finally arrived)
6:30-7:45am- managing to never ever ever have a moment of silence in the car (because even with coffee we are light weights) we get to TAHOE. South shore to be exact.
This is the moment when the panic sets in… because we are starting to come to terms with the fact that we have made absolutely NO plans. (please reference lesson learned #2 above, regarding the car sitch) So we decide to park our car behind a random casino and head to the nearest bar serving Bloody Mary’s. BLOODY HELL HARRY.
The frantic texting has begun. Yes, I know that you know exactly what I’m talking about. That moment when you text everyone within a five mile radius of you. Hoping that your friends love you enough to let you tag along. (aka: making all of their plans for the day your plans for the day)
We just had one teeny tiny.. actually quite MASSIVE and might I say terrifying problem: we only really have each other in a world full of great guy friends. Like I mentioned above ^^ (#4 to be exact) we were about to embark on a dangerous mission. A mission that involved crashing a party in a hotel planned by a bunch of girls that we had absolutely no ties to. Our moms didn’t know their moms.. our dogs didn’t know their dogs (our dawgs knew their dawgs)…Maryann kinda knew them but not enough for this to be okay..but have no fear because TEQUILA is here. And we bout to give those GURLS all that good sh*t. (saving ourselves a few shots.. again good thing we’re light weights)
So long story short we quickly bonded with them (through the crazy thunder and lightening storms) by giving them our undivided attention and basically forgetting the guys were even there.
After a very expensive smooshed cab ride to Zephyr Cove (the party capital of the 4th) we realized that we were not only making some awesome new friends.. we would also be reuniting with some people we never really cared to stay in touch with after high school.
It twas a beachy day full of fun in the not so sunny…kind of nonexistent sun. We ran into people that we would later learn were too intoxicated to ever remember we had seen them. (THANK YOU DEAR LORD).
By this point in time it was about 3:30pm and we were pretty pooped considering we had been wide awake since 4ish in the morning. Since Zephyr is such a poppin’ place on the 4th and the wait for a cab was ridiculous we decided to brave the storm (literally walk through the rain) all the way back to state line. And this was no walk in the park. There was no park whatsoever. Just a small area on the side of the freeway not meant for people to place their feet. Good thing we had great entertainment during the 2 hour walk (that slowly turned into a crawl) back to the hotel.
The rest of the night consisted of a bomb firework show, hot tubbing, lots of laughing (with our new friends) and ended with a comfy night of spooning with each other on the rock hard hotel floor.
Needless to say the hotel floor absolutely SUCKED and we woke up a few hours later ready for breakfast even before iHop was ready. (They were not open.. WHAT THE H*LL) After seeing a scary/bloody man trying to use the poor iHop hostess’s phone and having our order completely messed up we lived to make the trek back home.
We had done it. No plans. No problems. And hey, we even managed to miss all of the traffic which is just ABSURD. But what else can you expect from a few days with M & J???
❤ ❤ ❤ ❤
#BYE
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