He Said: “Just What the Doctor Ordered”
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HE SAID: “Just What the Doctor Ordered”
OK, answer quickly – what’s the first thought that comes to mind when you hear the phrase “best friends?” Do your thoughts go immediately to those people closest to you, and who would be there for you at the drop of a hat? Are you lucky enough (as I am) to have friends that will jump at EVERY opportunity to rip you to shreds for the sake of laughter, knowing you will return the favor at your earliest chance? Or, hopefully, do you have those friends that you may not see for years at a time, but when you get together again you don’t miss a beat…
I had the opportunity to join the 5 knuckleheads above (6 knuckleheads total, including me) for an extended weekend in San Juan. It’s been at least 6 years since this group was last together as a whole, and although we were two short of the “entire” Crazy Eights group, the trip definitely had a reunion feel to it.
When I see the PSU guys, we drive my wife crazy. Why do we tell the same stories over & over, and why do we still find them absolutely hilarious? Easy answer – we’re guys, and stupid things make us laugh. See the 3 Stooges, Will Farrell, and Beavis and Butthead as proof. And laugh we did this past weekend. Often. About really, really dumb stuff. And it was a blast.
We did actually learn a few things this past weekend, much of which I can share (and some of which isn’t appropriate for any and all eyes).
My old roommate Tim learned that the term “continuous spray” doesn’t do much for a man in desperate need of more suntan lotion (see below).
We learned about the little-known Puerto Rican urban legend of the “Sea Ghost” - a truly ugly beast that terrorizes the northern shore of the island from time to time. We were lucky enough to snap a photo of this legend, although it’s hard to tell for certain if we we have a “Sasquatch photograph” or if it’s just another hoax…
(Note on the above picture – with the excess suntan lotion and the rashguard shirt, Peters was a bucket, shovel and Fruit Snack from being a spitting image of my kids at the beach. The only difference is that my kids are better swimmers.)
As for the picture below, feel free to let your imagination run wild…
As always, every good story had to come to an end. All of us except for the host, Tom “Kellyente,” had what felt like 3rd degree sunburns to bring home with us. I already look like my face is peeling away from my head. And I can only image how the “Toro Rojo” (“Red Bull” in English) feels after 3 days in the sun and what amounted to nearly 3.5 miles of “bodysurfing sandburn” on his chest, legs, and nether regions. On the flight home, the flight attendent asked me to move to one of the back rows to help “level the plane.” Awesome. Finally, I could’ve done WITHOUT the 16 hours of air travel on my trek back to Raleigh. Fortunately this was a solo trip – my stomach turns thinking of having the same thing happen to me, but with the family.