Texas Women

Texas has the best concentration of women in the US. And I can say this because I just got done spending a weekend in New Haven, CT. And I am sorry, but Yale women just aren't that attractive to me. So I was very happy when I got back in Texas and immediately saw beautiful women everywhere.

So me and Kenny get into Conneticut, rent a car, and drive to New Haven. We get there and we are sitting at a red light, right beside a church (not sure of the denomination), and I happen to look out my open window. And I saw the last thing I expected to see by a church. I see what looks like a women, or actually more like a prostitute, except worse, cause I don't think a prostitute would degrade herself by dressing like that, and I do a double take, then turn to Kenny and say something to the effect of "Hey, look at the prostitute," at which point the "woman" turns to me and says "Don't be jealous just because I get more sex and c*#$ than you do." The thing is, the woman was a man. And he made a very ugly woman. And he scared the ever living hell out of me. But Kenny thought he made a good woman. Just a difference of opinion I guess. People up north are weird.

So today when the conference was over (at about noon) we decided to go see some of Ken's friends in New London, which was about an hour away from both New Haven and Hartford, which is where we were to fly out of. We go and eat with them at an Italian resturuant which had terrible service. They forgot about us, so Ken's friend's wife got up and went and reminded them that there were people there that would like to eat. So 10 minutes later they come and take our orders. Then, after about and 1 1/2 hours of being there, we go to the beach, and then to an arcade that was at the beach. We hang out there, not paying attention to the time, and then finally we head back to their apartment. We get back and are just hanging out, and I happen to look at my phone. It is 3:00. Our plane leaves at 4:45. We were gonna leave New London at 2:30 at the latest. So we check in on line and print our bording passes (and its a good thing, cause if we would have waited and done that at the airport, we would still be in Hartford right now), and Mike prints off directions on how to get to Hartford, but not to the airport. But thats cool because we have a map of Hartford and we figure we can find it. So we leave, and traffic sucks. Kenny's doing 90 when he can, but at some points we are going 40. So we finally make it to Hartford at about 4:10, and we see signs for an airport that starts with a B, and we figure "hey, thats our airport, we made it, yay." We stop to fill up the car with gas so we don't get charged an arm and a leg, I go inside to get exact directions to the airport, and find out that we are in fact at the wrong one. The airport we want does start with a B, but it is 20-25 minutes away. At this point we are freaking out. So we hit the road doing 90-100 through Hartford. We get to the car rental place at 4:25, and there are about 20 people ahead of us returning their cars, and the shuttle to the airport is just pulling up. So Kens like "go and tell the shuttle guy to wait, I will deal with returning the car." So I haul ass to the shuttle, but by the time I get there, the last seat is taken. At this point the driver tells me I am going to have to wait for the next shuttle, to which I reply "but my plane leaves in 15 minutes, and if I'm not on this shuttle, I will miss my flight." But he tells me he can't do anything about that. At this point Ken comes running up and says the same thing, and we finally get the guy to let us on. So we head to the airport, jump off the shuttle, hit the ground running and run all the way to the security check in...to see a line of about 50 people. We go stand in line, are there for about a minute, and hear over the PA system "Ken Franks and Eric...Bor..Bro...Broman, this is your last call, your flight is about to leave." So Ken goes over to the Continental desk and asks if there is any way we get get through, and the only way is if people let us get in front of them. So we work our way to the front, finally making it to the metal detector, and are stuck behind a woman and her 3 kids. So we start taking everything off that needs to be off, shoes, keys, and I take off my belt because it has a lot of metal on it. We send our stuff through, get to the other side, and pull on our shoes. Ken is in front of me and gets his on, while I am still waiting on my shoes. They finally make it through, I put them on, look up, and can't find Ken anywhere. I'm thinking, shit, he is on the plane, its gonna leave me, and I'm gonna be stuck in Ct. with no way home. So I take off sprinting towards my gate, shoes untied, pants falling down, thinking I'm screwed, get there and see Ken. Apparently he got there, explained everything, and they told him I had a minute to get there before the plane left. I ended up being about 20 seconds from being left. Talk about cutting it close. Lesson learned: never go anywhere involving plane travel with Ken, and if you do, wear a watch, and someone besides Ken drive.

So having an auction when everyone is drunk is a good idea if you are trying to raise money, cause drunk people will buy anything. I came home with 2 christmas ornaments, and almost a $45 calender from Nebraska. But we ended up raising $1500 for Katrina, so its all good. Oh, and free alcohol is amazing. We went through 3 kegs (that I know of) last night between about 40 of us. And that was before midnight. Who knows how much was drank after that. We also went through an unknown amount of alcohol Friday night. We had priests chugging beer from pitchers. Priests can drink, and I mean really drink. All in all, I bet Supreme spent several thousand dollars on drinks alone. And of course, a good time was had by all. Well, except for that one kid who made a promise to his mom, but he doesn't really count. I mean come on, your in college, your a catholic, and you are going to a place where the beer flows like honey. Your parents should expect you to drink. They should be dissapointed if you don't. I know mine would be, so I made sure to make them proud this weekend. Apparently I was a pretty talkative guy Friday night. I also made a lot of friends I don't remember meeting (at least the first time).

Well, thats my weekend summed up. I'm sure a lot more happened, I just don't remember it right now, but I'm sure it will come back to me. Church out.