aruba: part three

january 26-28, 2004

Monday, January 26th Wakey, wakey, bald man! Here's me on the balcony hoping fresh Caribbean air will help remedy my hangover (Holy, ugly in the morning, Batman!) Scoot cooking up breakfast. Two eggs over, home fries and wheat toast. Just like the Victoria Diner used to make. We spent the entire hanging out on the beach swimming, reading and relaxing. Here's us back on the balcony to catch the sunset. Scott. Sunset. The door to our condo. The hallway. While wandering around the resort, Scott and I decided to spend $10 each (Budget, remember?) at the casino. I put five bucks into a slot and on my second spin got three "bars." Which ws worth $40 bucks! Here's my remaining three unspent dollars... And here's my $40 pay out! Wooooo! After my "big win," we decided to take the money and run and headed back to the room for a chill night of relaxing and bullshitting. Tuesday, January 27th Tuesday morning we made cinnamon rolls and I called my dad to wish him a Happy BDay! Any of you who know me, know that me and all my friends will bet on pretty much anything. The stupider, the better (Case in point, the time Grant Stoddard bet me a steak dinner that I wouldn't French kiss a senior citizen. It's been over a year now and I still haven't seen that fucking dinner, bee-aye-atch!) So when Scott bet me that he could catch a bird, I was only too happen to take it (Not because I didn't think he could do it, more because I couldn't wait to see how he was planning on going about it). As soon as we shook on it, he started laying down a trail cinnamon bun crumbs that led from our balcony into our living room... He sat motionless on the windowsill for ten minutes, and eventually a hungry bird followed the crumb trail into the room. As soon as the bird crossed the threshold, Scott quickly slid the door closed trapping the bird in the room. Birds not being very smart (or at least not as smart as Scott), it kept trying to escape through the door. So Scott simply came up behind him and gently grabbed a hold of him. I got all excited figuring that this would be the part where the bird would freak the fuck out and peck out one of Scott's eyes or something, but as soon as Scott scooped him up, he got totally calm. Best. Picture. Ever. Hahaha. Look at my face in this one. Worst. Picture. Ever. Fly! Fly away, little bird! (No birds were harmed in the making of this bet.) After the bird fiasco, Scott whipped up a batch of homemade mudslides (note the cups we bought at the store so we could bring our drinks to the beach and save money)... ...and headed down to the beach for another day of taking it easy and reading. A bucket of Coronas: $12. Squinty. Me getting ready to take a lil' nappy nap. Then back at the house that evening, Scott whipped up another awesome meal. Chicken and potatoes. We went out to some beach-side bar right next to our resort. The entire bar was a HUGE bamboo hut. We came back relatively early. Scott fell asleep reading on the couch and I took sneaky pictures of his awesomely gross knee-wart. Hahahah. It looks like a nipple. Wednesday, January 28th Wednesday morning we got up and hit the beach again. I don't think I've talked much about it yet, so here are a few pics of how ridiculously gorgeous our resort was. Look at the turquoise water in the background. It was sooo rad. There were these crazy fan-type palm plants all over the place. They had these cool, interlocking fronds at the base. Here's Scott in front of one to give you an idea of the scale. While we were walking around exploring our resort, we found this one fountain sculpture type thingy that was a congregating place for all of the local lizards. Here's a wild iguana. Some other type of lizard. Another iguana. Yet another iguana. And, can you handle the excitement? Oh, you can? Ok, well then here you are: another iguana! Woooo! Feeling good about the money we'd saved by staying at the resort and cooking in our condo, for Wednesday's dinner we decided to splurge on another KING RIBS dinner. While we were waiting for our delicious rib dinners, we picked up a local paper and saw an article talking about the weather back home on the east coast . We're in Aruba! We're in Aruba! HAHAHAHAHAH! Rib dinner. A whole rack of ribs, corn and mashed potatoes for only $5. Since the grocery store was right next to KING RIBS, we decided to pop back in and pick up some more food. And booze. Later that night we headed into Oranjestad and made the rounds. Here's Scott and I at Carlos and Charlies. Then we went over to the Paddock where Scott met up with (the now infamous) "Big Shirley." Shirley's originally from the Neitherlands - 10 years back she came to Aruba on vacation and when she went back to Holland she found that the person she'd entrusted her apartment to had accidentally burned it down. She lost pretty much everything and didn't have insurance, so she decided to just go back to Aruba and hasn't looked back since. Scott tried to get Big Shirely to stay out late with us, but she said she had to get up early the next day. In the end, she ended up giving Scott her number and promising they'd hang out if he called her. Around 4am, we also ran into this character. His name was Fernando and it turns out he's a 15 year old who had school in the morning. (Check out that killer 'stache, tho.) He walked us around Oranjestad and told us stories about how his father does this crazy type of secret rejunvenative surgery: he injects stem cells into people and it keeps them young. Some of his dad's clients include Jackie Chan and Arnold Schwartznegger. Hey, it could be true. Scott back at the house. Deep in thought? No! A mout full of hot mini-eggrolls.

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