You Gotta Remember To Breathe Or You'll Die

So I feel refreshed.

My road trip weekend started out with a bang.
Quite literally.
And quite yummy.

I got to make-out and get naked with a very handsome and troubled musician. :P
The only complaint I have is that I was slightly high, and yeah, that made it feel AH-mazzzz-ing...but trying to replay the moments is very frustrating. It's like watching a Youtube video and having it stop to buffer itself several times.

But I got laid.
So I can deal with minor lost memory.

As soon as I got done with sex and talks; I got in my little car and went to pick up Kim.

After I changed, fixed my makeup and watched kittens pounce on each other; we were off to Petit Jean Mountain!!!!

The trip, at first, was kinda weird. Kim and I were both very tired (I maybe only slept for an hour) and my eyes were doing this weird fuzzy straining thing. We kept laughing and saying stupid things.

We got ready to go to a random mexican food place and Kim was like, "Um, Courtney, is that weed in your purse?"
So I looked down and saw the weed Eric threw in my purse earlier.
Because Kim is definitely against that and she's family...I kinda freaked for a second.
So I just was like, "Uh, that's actually Jocelyn's weed. I bought it from Eric for her. I didn't have time to take it home. Don't say anything."
She was very skeptical.
But she dropped the subject.
So I took that as a good sign and went on about my business and ate my enchilada.

Finally, we made it to the mountains and stopped at the "Fudge Bus". I got the chocolate walnut fudge; which was pretty yummy. I've been savoring it. I don't want it to end.
We took lots of pictures of the fake-unicorn we made.
We were, afterall, unicorn hunting. Duh.
And then we walked around and drove and then left.
We had every intention on camping.
In fact, our parents were very upset by the fact we were doing so.
Two girls. Bad camping skills. Alone. Rape. Murder. Missing alert.
Everyone thought we were goners.
But I guess God smiled down on them; because the lady at the registration desk said, "It's state policy that you have to camp both Friday and Saturday. You can't just stay for one night."
Which is bullshit.
I've done it before.
But we were just like...adios...we're getting a hotel.

So we left and went to Searcy for a hotel.
It was La Quinta.
It was pretty nice.
The lady gave us a $20 discount for no reason.
Then we got our stuff and lounged around.
We went for snacks...prolly looked like stoners, then laughed a bunch, spilled the coffee pot, dropped chocolate on the white bed, watched Platinum Hit and Say Yes To The Dress: Bridesmaids Edition, showered, and then we passed out. At 11 pm. We're getting old.

I didn't wanna get out of the bed.
But we did.
Ate some free bisquits and gravy and had someone SPILL APPLE JUICE in my car. I wanted Orange Juice. But it had pulp. Thank god, because that shit would've been stickier.

Then we went home.
By the way, don't take Benadryl before driving. Not good.

We didn't die.
We read a map.
And we had fun.

Then we went to Olive Garden for my little brother's family birthday dinner.
It was pretty good.
And that's about all I have to say on that.

I loved my weekend.
I'll prolly keep replaying my night before the road trip for a few weeks.
And I'll prolly be trying to get the tagged pics of my road trip off Facebook for a few minutes.

Yay.

 

That's Petit Jean up there, Bitches.