My Big Adventure...

I've tried my best to be as honest as possible with my blogging, and I think I've more than held up my part of the agreement. This weekend I went up to visit Big, in return to some of your comments. When it comes to the matters of my heart, I've learned to keep it out of public eye. Guess you'll have to wait for the book kids. I will tell you a little bit my adventure though.

So after the day from hell at work, I made it on the road by 9pm and was there at a very punctual midnight. It's funny not seeing him for years, and I know it's cliche, but we picked right up where we left off telling inside jokes and regaling our troubled pasts. I'm not even sure how late we stayed up drinking wine and catching up, but we woke at 7 in the morning to go hiking. It was COLD, but it was so worth every minute. We went hiking behind waterfalls and up mountains, and found a house(that looked more like a castle) that could have weathered the siege on Normandy. After our lunch of Subway and Sun Chips on the lake we jammed like some hella white kids to Missy Elliot and Queen, and then went in search of Suki.

We found her at The Rusty bar backing, I'll skip the obvious joke. Well Suki is my Wiccan friend who happens to have worse taste in men than I do. Like Big, I haven't seen her in quite a few years and let me tell you she looked like the same girl only half the size. She looked great. She told me about some of our old mutual friends. Brands is married and on meth, Blondie graduated, and Folkes is back from Sweden, and Suki got married too?! Hold on, this is the girl who dated the bipolar DJ with a Napoleon complex named Synergy and now she is married and, sort of, seperated. Well they had a Wiccan wedding which was not recognized by the state(just like mine would!!), and good thing too. Like most religions, anything in excess(say booze) is a faux paux. So the sauce and the fact he didn't want to move up to the Whee were the bigger problems leading to the bigger breakup. Once me and Big finished our pitcher of Yuengling, and his couple whiskey sours we left.

The rest of the night I got to meet his friends in the complex. My personal favorite was the MILF that lived two cabins down. She was a hot 48 and witty as hell. What really attracted me to her was her drink of choice, Sex on the Beach, and she finished it during our conversation in the bitter cold of the Smokies. I think I had the most distaste for his roommate. She was a shady character with eyes set too close together. After that drama, which would be boring to all of you, I helped him make lunch for the next day while we watched Family Guy. Now it was time to crash, and crash we did. Elephant tranquilizers couldn't have put me down faster.
.
In the morning I gathered my things and bundled up while he got ready for work. I got one of the best hugs of my life before we parted ways. I spent the rest of the morning/afternoon hiking in and around Asheville, but it's not the same without a buddy. In fact it feels more like Deliverance than fun. Made it home in more than enough time to have a late lunch with Fritas and a few drinks with Jer-bear and Berger. Then I crashed.

**

Hope you all enjoy these blogs, but I'm still not seeing more traffic or comments. I've put the effort in so sit there on your lazy ass and tell a friend via Myspace/Facebook/telepathy. Thanks for reading again, and I will have a few new one up ASAP!

Bradley James

PS. I hope you liked that picture. It's one of my all-time favorites!