I normally wouldn't start a story before the story happens. But in this case I will, there are SOOOO many people looking forward to our annual snowmobile trip. I also have things I'd like to "note" for the later story, so what better way to make notes, than to start the story! My idiot friends have already started this story, so I should start writing.
EVERY year, we say "We are NOT doing this again next year!!" referring to the thrash that happens working on sleds, trucks, and trailers the day before we leave. My hands are stained, and literally smell like "two stroke smoke." Lots of hell to get through, but we're ready. 5 of 11 already on the trailer. In the middle of the "trash" we have to go pick the third Musketeer at the airport, he came up specifically for this trip.
The MOMENT I saw him walk out of the terminal, I jumped out of the Jeep, ran up to him and jumped into his arms. He's THAT kind of a guy! Pat did the same. Erick is really THAT cool, and he flew in from Flo-Ryda just for our snowmobile trip.
On the way home from the airport, Erick's sitting in the back seat commenting on how comfortable and "posturepedic" the seats are. He's being serious but the way he says it it hilarious. Who uses "posturpedic" in a normal sentence? He starts telling us a story about blah blah blah that happened to him in Florida. I look at Pat and make a comment....
In Three Stooges fashion, Erick slaps Pat and I both in the back of the head. "Hey! Are you two nipple nods listening to me?"
I'm about to take on the greatest responsibility ever, and I welcome it.
My job? Bring them home.
When I START with "friends" like this, I have no choice. I'll bring them home, with a story.
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