Yes, everyone, I have finally decided to sit down at the keyboard and whittle a few tales for you all. Actually, I was asked to tell everyone about our recent going away party, which occurred over a week ago, so you can imagine the level of procrastination I have mastered.
Anyhow, a while back, as Alex and I realized we would soon be leaving Lubbock and no one had yet thrown us a huge going away party (probably too sad to party, we guessed), we decided to take matters into our own hands and throw our own going away party. The theme was "Your Gonna Miss Us." We provided tear bags and kleenex, as well as fill-in-the-blank Miss You cards for the guests. As it was a pot-luck dinner, the guests in turn provided the eats (and drinks, of course), and they were fantastic. The evening culminated with a small gathering to read the greeting cards and give out the raffle prizes. Yes, we had a raffle. The prizes were: 1) The only e-mail we will be sending, 2) A photo with Andrew & Alex (taken at time of drawing), 3) The only post card we will be sending, 4) The person taking us to the airport, and finally 5) The only souvenir we will be buying. Number 4 was rigged, my mom got the photo with us, and the others will be lucky if we even remember who they were. But it was awesome... I rather enjoy self-indulgent raffle prizes.
After the guests thinned out, it was time to swim. Now I wasn't planning on swimming just yet, but knew from the moment I heard the swimming pool would be open that I risked being thrown in (in fact I took my phone out of my pocket before the first guest arrived). It was no surprise, then, that when I came out of the bathroom next to the pool Spanky, my mom, and Mardi were crouched and waiting. Did I say crouched? I meant standing there, obliviously. I opened the door and bolted for the exit. It took four, no six... no I think there were ten or twenty people trying to drag me in, but my superior strength saved me from getting wet. Actually they were able throw me overboard, but I took three of them with me and Dylan took care of Mardi, as well as the cell phone she forgot to take out of her pocket.
Dallas beat me in swimming a lap with a beer in hand (no surprises there, really) and I managed to dunk Dylan-the-tree-trunk twice. Overall, Alex and I were quite pleased with our party, and we want to thank ourselves for thinking about us. It was very thoughtful.
Now, as Alex has blogged (pronounced old English style; "blog - edd") we are getting ready for the big trip overseas. I cannot wait for six or seven hours of free movies, food, and alcohol as we travel over the black nothingness of the Atlantic Ocean. Come to think of it, I will need quite a bit of the free alcohol to avoid thinking too much about the giant mass of metal and human life defying gravity over thousands of miles of ocean. Shudder.
I have four more Dr Peppers in the fridge, and then I will have quit cold turkey for what could be the longest Dr Pepper-less time of my life. But believe it or not, it is worth it to me. ...plus I hear they only cost five bucks in Italy.
