Sunday, January 1, 2012

Occupy Minivan - Pacific Time

Oops sorry. I got distracted by some bright Christmas lights. I haven’t told you the end of our road trip saga. So as I was saying:

Las Vegas…

Well there’s only one law in Las Vegas and it prohibits me from telling you what we did there. Punishable by death. Needless to say, trying to have an Occupy movement in Las Vegas is kind of like trying to eat a low sodium diet while living in the ocean. You will probably drown. So we took a break from our tireless campaigning and had ourselves some fun, finally.

We also added two new members to the Occupy Minivan Team. Gitana Gotay and Lindsey Yach joined us for the last leg of our trip. The Gotays were kind enough to have us over for pizza and beer and show us embarrassing photos of Gitana as a young girl.

Oh I forgot, we went to the Hoover Dam as well. It was real big. We were going to take the tour but it cost a lot of money and what little money we had left after Vegas couldn't be wasted on educational tours.

We arrived to the City of Angels on the weekend before Christmas. We met up with Spring and our other Peace Corps friend Sam (female) who was visiting for the weekend from Portland, Oregon. We stayed in Santa Monica with Lindsey and her roommate Sheuneen. Lindsey and Sheuneen are pretty much like 14 year old boys stuck inside 27 year-old lady bodies. Like they went to that genie that turned that little kid into Tom Hanks that one time but Tom Hanks’ body was occupied this time so they got put in late-twenties, female bodies. But their house is the same as Tom Hanks’ house in the movie Big. It has every toy and video game you ever wanted when you were an adolescent boy but weren’t allowed to have because your mom wanted you to read books and stuff so that you could grow up to be a better blogger.

From left: Duncan, Sam, Kenny, Gitana, Justin, Cameron, Andrew, Lindsey, Spring

On Saturday everybody went to the beach for sports day. My butt was still broken so I just hobbled around. Butt everybody else played soccer and basketball and longboarded and such things. The bruise on my butt had reached epic proportions. It was so spectacular that I was not able to walk into a room all weekend without instigating a “Show Your Butt!!” chant.

On Sunday Cameron’s grandparents, The Schlarbs, hosted us all for an end of Occupy Minivan party in Pasadena. I showed everybody my butt.

Party at the Schlarbs!

And there's cake!

And so the Occupy Minivan: Cross-Country Movement has reached its end. We hit the coast and occupied a parking spot. We can't go any further until we occupy a boat(2012). The movement has ended but its spirit lives on in each and every soccer mom and cleaning lady service. And in me.

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