I knew the other lock rugger from Alaska was coming to visit SoCal over the holidays, so I'd been working out when I'd find time to visit him down this way. His girl is from Palm Springs which is about 2 hours from me, but is supposed to be beautiful, but with all the travel I did in December, I was excited to see him but just worn down a little. I hit Palm Springs on Friday night and met them at a parking garage downtown. We headed straight to the bar for fish tacos and margaritas then it was off to a bar to meet Heather's friends, who I had met in Alaska, where they live now as well. We hit up a bar called the Hood and polished off some beers while people watching and trying to talk over the band. It was good to hang. I had a total cliche moment in the bathroom though. This guy was in the bathroom going on and on, no idea why, but he kept talking about how great the party was the night before, how he snorted this much coke, smoked this much weed, popped this many pills and hooked up with the hottest up and coming actress. I just started laughing it was so incredulous. I headed back out and got back to my PBR as I could tell the guy was less than excited with my amusement at his ridiculousness. A short time later we headed home to heather's mom's and I took up my position on the couch, oh fun. The following day we had planned on a strenuous hike down following the famous Palm Springs Tram ride but I had to put a stop to that asap. I was too hungover, so I began championing for a day at a spa, I mean really, it's not called Palm "SPRINGS" for nothing. We hit a hotel and spa with a half dozen hot tubs and a sauna. We sweated out the badness from the night before and felt better by dinner time. Originally there were plans for a BBQ but Zac remembered all you can eat Lobster, so we were off to the casino. The wait was 2 hours, during which a little Asian lady dealer took me for $40 in no time at Blackjack. Just destroyed me. So damn pleasant while picking my pocket.
Dinner was worth the wait though. the buffet was crazy good. Lobster, crab legs, shrimp, prime rib, filet and tiramisu. I ate 7 lobster tails. Heather's dad polished off 14. We spent about 2 hours slowly filling up and then some. Oh joy. I decided not to stay the night since we were pretty worn out and headed back to my condo around 10 getting in around midnight. It was great to see the kids and catch up but I wanted to wake up in my own bed and very late in the morning.
Zac
Excited.
Zac and Heather.
Sounds like she is joining the Marines to become a pilot sometime in the next year.
Heather's friends. The one on the left is in the Air Force in Alaska.
At some point I got bored and started stealing her drink when she wasn't looking, then I started putting utensils in it, this was the logical end, a dozen plastic knives.
Lahbsta!!
I was of course worried that all of the seafood would whoop my butt with a gout bat but it just didn't happen. I guess the combo of water and NSAIDS kept Mr. Ouch at bay this time. Getting old sucks! The stuff you start to worry about, UGH!
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