Barstow: best friend

Barstow, California

One may say Barstow is the crap hole of California, i mean Cali offers alot in every place but Barstow, i mean lets be real Barstow might as well be added to northern Nevada or something, join Ely and Caliente. What I mean by this is that its in the middle of the boonies and only offers travelers a place to pee and eat on their way to bigger and better destinations. Don’t you agree.

Well, Me and my family once a year or every other year travel to southern California to Carlsbad State beach and camp on the coast for a week. We made a stop in Barstow for some grub and such things and as we were getting on the highway to head further into cali i saw a purple bus in the distance. There aren’t many PURPLE BUSES around these parts… it got closer, and to my surprise, it was the freaking BURIED LIFE’S PURPLE BUSSS!

(To recap my love for The Buried life rewind to here and here. Im clearly a HUGE fan.)

I screamed! Reached over my father (who was driving) and snapped a picture of it! Then called Kayla immediately…

as shown here.. my dad was having too much fun taking pictures of me freak out… and while i was looking like such a 13 year old school girl, giddy as ever. so embarrassing.

My dad decided to turn around because it was a once in a lifetime experience. Nice papa.
so we did.
I had to brace myself if i were to see the guys, I was trying to “be cool” and chill and thinking of “hey dont i know you from somewhere… english class maybe?” type of lines to throw their way if they were in the bus.

The bus was parked at a gas pump so i strolled right into the gas station keeping my eyes peeled, i couldn’t see them anywhere.. They all could have been in the bathroom (thats what i was hoping)
BUT, sadly they werent there. So i decided to just start taking pictures around the bus anyhow.

still freaking out

not sure why i needed a picture with the front lights.

full shot

Uno question.

THEN, some guy in a white shirt came out and was getting in the bus, and I asked him if the 4 guys were in there and he said, “yeah.”
I replied with, “Are you SERIOUS!”
he returned with a “naw im kidding..”
Then i went on to ask him how he knew them, and he was just a friend of theirs that helps them drive the bus around.
Then the nice man totally let me ON the BUS!!!!

Ive sat where they’ve sat.. no biggy.


Stood where they’ve stood.
no. big. deal.


I’ve been by their poster.
Hate me for it.


SO! while chatting with their friend i was trying to get some details out of him, but he was going around the fact of where they were at the time.
BUT, he did tell me that they were doing “something” (aka fulfilling one of the 100 things) on June 11th in VEGAS! I knew they would do something in my town!

So we thanked the man so much for letting us invade on his space, he was the nicest guy ever.
and my dad handed him his work card with my home number on it, and the man asked for my name. And then we were on the road again.
That was my BURIED LIFE experience.
They have my number. ahhhh!
They never called or anything.. but they have it……………..somewhere.
They just might use it……………….sometime.

Look at them, they are screaming to hang out with me..

Ben, I love you.

p.s. I have way more vacation stuff to share, but i felt the buried life needed its own post.

Barstow: best friend

6 thoughts on “Barstow: best friend

  1. sometimes I feel bad that Dave wants my body so bad and I cant give it to him yet.
    Ya know hes got to do the whole baptism thing..
    Hahaha…BUT DUDE. I love that you called me and I was so sad that I wasnt there freaking out with you. But yes. sooo amazing.
    SOOOO jealous


  2. WHAT THE CRAP!! LORI,YOU ARE MY IDOL. I can't believe it!! This is amazing! I bet they were somewhere near you and if they call you i expect a full report. Miss you so freaking much!


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