Friday afternoon we all blew out to South Carolina for the whole weekend. We had to wait for Trace to pack up and race down to meet us and off we ran.I thought he might cry from leaving Michelle for two whole days! She was going out of town as well that’s why we didn’t have to twist his arm too hard.
The ride up was per usual, talking about the women in our lives, how they nag us, where the best places to eat ribs and wings and a few non mentionable topics. Ok, I did mention them I just don’t feel the need right now to put them on a web page; this is a diary of sorts not Porn Life.
Its great to travel with just guys, we can rent a hotel room and pack it with the 6 of us no problem. If girls came along, that means separate rooms, waiting to get ready. You know, all the girl things girls do to look nice –what the hell- for other girls. Ladies, we know you don’t dress for us!
Anyway, we packed in the room and searched out the lounge to see what kind of buffet they had and drink specials. I was praying they didn’t have talent night; we would never get Trace off the stage. After our “supper” we walked 2 blocks to the fight arena to see what was going on and to check out the competition. The place was packed!
Ultimate Fighting is exactly like what you would see if you watched it on the television. Guys beating the crap out of each other in the best fighting manor they know how, however on the side the ladies have their own wrestling matches going on. So if two guys are in the cage poking at each other, like little old ladies you can turn your attention to the pit and watch the chicks go at it.
Saturday we drove around town checking out the sites and just being stupid. One good thing, the beaches are the same as home. I wanted to take a nap before we went out so I hit the beach and a chair and a snooze. It was wonderful to have the sun beaming on me and wind blowing and my feet in the warm sand. I think I slept for nine days.
I woke to being jabbed to get ready to eat and go out, I was game for both.
The fighting was a riot; I never made it due to laughing so hard at Chris and not paying attention when it was my round. Trace was floored by the 3 round, Chris didn’t make it to the 2nd and Wayne and Jerry both won theirs.
Later, another bar and a few games of pool and laughter at Trace and his huge fat lip, he was called Mush Mouth the majority of the night. He did a perfect imitation of him as well that kept us in stitches and the waitress confused on the drink and food orders.
Sunday was another day on the beach and then time to pack and drive back home. While we were on the beach we all bragged about our battles, my only battle was maintaining control when Chris fought in the girls pit, he lost there as well. It was late in the evening before I made it home and tried my best to talk to Amy a while before I fell asleep on her.
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