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Friday, January 30th (cont')
After our scootering adventure, we were ready for a hearty dinner!
Scott makes some of the best pasta with chicken I've ever had.
He also tosses a pretty mean salad. (Ha!)
Mmmm, dinner. (By the way, does anyone know why Amstel doesn't
sell their regular beer in the states? Amstel Light is grody,
but their regular lager is so fucking good it's stupid. Or does
it just taste better because you're on vacation?)
Look mom, I'm actually ironing something!
Ironing my motherfucking "Last Night in Aruba" party shirt,
awww yeah. Check out our 24oz "to go" cups for the taxi ride
into town. You love my double-beer shotgun pour, don't you.
Double-up, Buttercup.
We went to Carlos and Charlie's and had ourselves a little danceparty.
Then we watched a few local girls do some sort of dance routine,
thingy.
Met some more friendly locals.
Watched this dude pull a coldlamp-squat in the middle of the
dancefloor and try to put his face all up in this girl's booty.
Hahah.
Then some guy fromt eh bar got on the stage and started giving
away prizes to the first people to run up on stage and do certain
things. In this one he was like "$20 dollars to the first guy
up here to take off his shirt!" (Check out someone's dad
up there on the left of the stage pimpin' his titties for a Jackson.
So rad.)
"Free drinks for the first girl to come up on stage and booty
dance!" This girl went above and beyond the call of duty. Not
only did she booty dance, she, um, made it clap.
"Free drinks to the first couple to come up on stage and act
out four sexual positions!" One!
Two! (Check out her face. So great)
Three! (Bonus points for pulling of the "standing 69")
Four! (Be careful dude, that's how penises
get broken!)
After closing out the bars, we headed over to the snack wagons
to get some food and found this guy: passed the fuck out, piss-drenched
pants, still clutching his bottle of Smirnoff Ice. Scott wasted
no time laying down next to him to pose for this picture while
I cackled hysterically.
Which his nearby friends didn't appreciate. They admonished us
for being "immature jerks" and tried to get him to sit up. Immature?
Hey, YOUR friend's the one who pissed his pants!
Saturday, January 31st
Saturday morning we woke up and surveyed the remainder of our
groceries. The big question of the morning: Do we want frozen
eggrolls?
Or do we want a sandwich? Or....
...do we want and EGGROLL SANDWICH? Ding! Ding! Ding!
While packing our things, we paused for a moment to lament
the fact that we never managed to get any brown girls into our
pimpin' Jacuzzi tub.
Boooo!
Here's us in a cab - leaving a resort and headed for the airport.
More boo. Little did we know that there was a "big" surprise
in store for us at the airport...
...that's right! Big Shirley!
While driving by the airport, she'd remembered that we were leaving
on Saturday afternoon and hung around out front hoping she'd
get to say goodbye. Awwww.
Plane ride back was uneventful.
Me back at my house realizing just how bad winter in New York
City sucks.
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