The day the brother arrived., in pictures.

[hoveringsombrero]

So, Wednesday, when I woke Mother told me that the brother had gotten in around midnight, to Vegas, and had crashed in the Hooters Hotel and then rented himself a car after waking and that he was planning on being here around 2pm that day. So they went off to do stuff, I was still feeling a little shitty from being out so late watching square dancing so I took it slow, sat and read and such.

At about 1:30 Arizona time, 2:30 my time, I cut up a couple pears and went back to sit in bed and eat them and read. I'd just settled down and got a few pages in when I heard some loud ass music outside. For a few moments it didn't register, since I'm used to being half a block from a strip club, then it sunk in and I got up to see what the hell was going on, figuring it was probably brother.

I walk out and open the front door and he's just gotten out of this:



The biff rented a fucking Mustang. He said it was only $5/day more than the cheapest compact car, so he went for it.

He came in and said "Wanna go to that place in Chloride with all the beer? I'm HUNGRY." So I put on outside clothes and we hopped in the 'stang to go to Yesterdays.





We went inside and looked through the fun menu.





I just had a regular burger, and he had a turkey something sammach, I had some soda in a jar and we had beers.







And that was Wednesday.

Comments

[shogunmouse.livejournal.com]

oh god. just looking at that beer makes me want to vomit... so hungover.

[eris.livejournal.com]

Then don't be looking at my beer!