Wednesday I took a vacation from my vacation from vacation to be reunited with Nate in Zaragosa. It was a much anticipated trip. Clear from the beginning was the return to the creepy barely fraternal relationship status that Nate and I have. Some even compare us to Bert and Ernie. But we like to think of us more as Paul and Art, or Simon and Garfunkel to the lay person. The guys here were a little surprised by my arrival, but fortunately for all parties involved I pulled up just in time. The rest of the weekend is history made and forever remembered, if only because I had a camera to record it.
Anchored by the protagonists Art and Paul, an award winning supporting cast, and a tale no one would have been bold enough or on enough drugs to script in advance, the weekend began at a sprinters pace and never relented.
Wednesday began with bowling, Spanish style, where Art did his best imitation of Donnie…
…but he was quickly brought back down to earth by the pond of poo
and the rejection from the stunning beauties on the dance floor.
Thursday began the way most post humpday events begin – with rice wine. If you thought a worm in a bottle was weird, ask Art what he found in the rice wine and whether or not he’s now a man because he ate it
And a day in Spain isn’t really complete without a pair of Doner Kebap’s at 4 in the morning
Friday introduced us to the executive buffet and the new headquarters of Art and Paul’s international conglomerate, which is still yet to be named or found to have a purpose beyond enjoying delicious buffets…
the red jello is excellent and I think you should try it…there’s always room for jello
then it was on to the usual watering holes again for a little dancing and a whiskey and whiskey. Would you believe that Zaragoza has the most bars per capita in Spain and we went to all of them?
But not all of them are that friendly or intelligent and may only give you change for a blue 20 when you clearly paid with an orange 50 (it’s like monopoly money how can you not tell the difference?). And you know you’re in trouble when Marvin’s best efforts can’t even get your money back…
Saturday continued with another executive dinner. We ate more than our fair share of desserts and fit four bombs into Paul’s mouth at once…almost
…Silas freed himself of his brothers tortures and came out of the blocks ready to charge, and charge he did all night long…
…even incognito the ladies felt overtaken by his good looks and charm…
…but they mostly couldn’t resist any of us…
and were compelled to succumb to all of our clever advances…
Or not.
Call him Nova, as in Casanova…
remember that time pants cooked the food you like, hosted the tailgate, let you stay over night, visited you too often at school, learned how to text, took you to practice, made you feel uncomfortable when asking you about a gf or bf, cried when you left home, loved you more than should be possible. you probably do. cause it happens everyday.
