went to a 24 hour donut place.. best donuts ever.
our new friend (on left) is Jamens cousin and we happen to be in LA during the championship games (Lakers vs celtics btw)
and She had a few choice words thrown her way about the color of shirt she was wearing.
Threats to leave “Laker nation” and go back to her bleepity bleep where the celtics will get their bleep beat out of them. hilarious drunkards.
[Insert my pity post about how my dating life is a crap hole that never works out smoothly…tear tear…Then get back up and life goes on.]
okay , now that i got that out.
check out part 2 of post because this post wouldnt let me put up all the pictures for whatever reason. lame.
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.
I screamed! Reached over my father (who was driving) and snapped a picture of it! Then called Kayla immediately…
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.
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!!!!
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.
p.s. I have way more vacation stuff to share, but i felt the buried life needed its own post.