Best Wishes to All Mothers

Good Morning Ladies & Gentlemen,

I would like to wish all the mothers...and even the future mothers out there a glorious Mother's Day!!! All the mothers, grandmothers, great-grandmothers, and even the not-so-great-grandmothers. I just finished calling up my mom and she was glad to hear it. Here are some pictures of her over the years. Isn't she lovely?

Probably a high school picture

Here's a picture of a newlywed couple, my mom & dad

Some blonde gremlin-like creature & my mom

She says that's a picture of me...but I don't recall

A merry Christmas moment

Proof that I always looked good in a suit...any suit

Proof that Chuck E. Cheese & I go way back

That's my Grandma Love next to the mouse

We miss you, Grandma Love!!!

The Grand Canyon & my mom

Even 80's fashion couldn't stop her hotness...

My mom & stepdad

The King & my mom last summer

St. Louis last summer

Gort, my mom, & me in Seattle in February

Weird thing is...this week is more like a Father's Day Weekend than a Mother's Day Weekend...but we discussed my hosting her down in Vegas during Father's Day when/if I move down there. We also talked about a few years ago when I took her & my grandma to New Orleans for a few days. That was a fun trip. Yesterday, I went with my dad & stepmom to the Dancing Crane and their prices were a lot less than they were during Christmas...so I may have to do some shopping there soon for various birthdays & other holidays. That store is awesome for decorating & just nifty pretty shiny stuff. I wonder if they have stores like that in Vegas. Probably. My stepmom loves that store, so she got a few things for her new workout room (in the recently renovated basement) and was quite happy with her purchases. Oh...and she liked the presents of bath balls (that dissolve and make your tub silky & smelly apparently) and seashells from San Diego a few months ago.

Then my dad & I made our way to the Utah Blaze game...and it was awesome. They gave us souvenior license plates, the team was great and won the game in a blowout 71-36, and of course we were loud and obnoxious in support of our home team...and they won their second game in a row...and of the season. Here are some pictures...

The Blaze faced their most dangerous adversary...themselves!!!

Nothing announces a starting lineup like pyrotechnics

"And your starting quarterback....number 1...

Jesus "El Saviorrrrrrr" Chriiiiist!!!"

Up 30-14 at the half...but the show had just begun

Breast Cancer Awareness has spread into the halftime show...

and deadly diseases have never been sexier in my opinion.

BMX stunts were part of the show too

The football in the AFL is slightly larger...

This Mr. Edsall (said on his jersey) shared my thoughts,

"WOOOHOOO!!! Breast cancer musical chairs!!!"

Final score - Utah Blaze 71, Colorado Crush 36

"Good game, good game, good game, good game..."

Well, today I get to spend my Mother's Day working until midnight...but it's okay...because my momma knows that I love her...and she loves me...and I'll be in Vegas in less than three days. It's gonna be a fun trip. Again, I wish all you mothers out there a wonderful day...and be sure that your man, children, pets, all cater to you today. Today is your day. Sit back, relax, and just enjoy being you...as we do the other 364 days of the year. Have a great night everybody!!!

$teve & the Real Girl

Good Evening Ladies & Gentlemen,

Today was pretty mellow. Jogged a little, worked out a little, heard the Spurs whooped on the Jazz last night, talked to a fellow Spurs fan (my Boss Lady's former Boss Lady) about her future plans, watched a movie, and then came to work. Today is the last official day for the center…but due to scheduling and delays and what-have-you, we're still going to be working in the building for at least a few more weeks…but some people are leaving for good…and that sucks. It's all good though today…because I get to train loyal blog reader Lilie for a few hours. Yay! It's been a bothersome past few months with everybody moving away and migrating to greener pastures…but it's probably all for the best…and kind of a sign for me that I need to get off my ass and do something with my life. I've got so much going for me. What am I afraid of? Success? Hell nah. Making a mistake? Yeah, that's probably it…but you know what, I'm young. I'm allowed to make mistakes…lots of them…and I have them all saved up from my childhood…so it's time to start taking a risk. The wheels have been set in motion for Vegas…and now I'm just waiting for them to realize this golden opportunity presented to them, by hiring me…and showing me the money…and I'll show them what I do…which is basically show up, do my job, help others with theirs, make their day better, laugh a LOT, teach others to fish (metaphorically), and then go home with a smile on my face…usually. Your move, Vegas.

Anyway, the movie that I watched today was "Lars & the Real Girl" starring Ryan Gosling. I briefly mentioned it a few months ago just before it come out on limited release. It's about a very reclusive, quiet, fidgety 27-year old man named Lars (Gosling) who casually strolls from being anxious regarding personal interaction to complete delusion when he orders a half-Brazilian, half-Danish sex doll named Bianca and treats her as his girlfriend. His brother & sister-in-law play along with it (because the psychiatrist suggests it) and before you know it, the whole town is doing it because they want to help this nice guy. I couldn't really decide if this was a drama about delusion and coping with loss with a twist concerning Bianca...or a comedy because it wasn't that funny but it had it's moments…but that's probably why it was a limited release independent film…and it was really well done…and actually surprisingly touching for a story revolving around a sex doll. I would definitely recommend it.

Fellow Steve Retires from Football - Pro Bowl quarterback Steve "Air" McNair announced his retirement from the NFL after thirteen seasons. He has three years remaining on his contract…but due to a career full of injuries, he has decided to enjoy the health that he still has and spend time with his family…and you have to respect that. He may be a Hall of Famer one day…because he is one of three quarterbacks to have over 30,000 passing yards & 3500 rushing yards and the other two are Fran Tarkenton and another Steve, Young. Then again, he has no Super Bowl rings, so who knows? Anyway, thanks for the entertainment and athletic prowess over the years…and I wish you all the best, Mr. McNair. Sunrise, sunset.

Brother Love Goes Pro - My brother from another mother, Kevin Love of UCLA has announced that he will declare for the NBA Draft…and will probably be a top three pick. He's a big guy…and you can't teach height, great passer, jump shooter, defender, and has a great work ethic to match his natural skills. Besides, he can do this type of stuff. The 6-foot-10 center Love said he did not immediately plan to hire an agent, which would temporarily allow to keep playing for UCLA. "I want to maintain my eligibility in case something happens," Love said. He later added that it's "definitely a possibility" that something could prompt him to change his mind. What you ask? My only guess would be millions of dollars in cash from local boosters…or true Love. I'll keep you posted…but I expect him to be playing in the NBA next year. Congratulations on your decision brother Love. See ya at the reunion.

Make 'Em Say Uuuuug - Scientists at Florida Atlantic University have modeled a Neanderthal's larynx to replicate possible sounds it would make. The work is based on fossils found in France, the British journal New Scientist said on Wednesday on its website. The item includes an audio snippet in which a computer synthesizer replicates how a Neanderthal would say an "e" and compares this with the same sound as made by modern humans. A study published last October in the journal Current Biology found that Neanderthals carried the only human gene that has so far been linked to language. This implies Neanderthals had at least some of the genetic prerequisites for acquiring language. Even so, experts question whether Neanderthals had the necessary biological gear, such as fine nerves connected to tongue muscles and lips, that would enable them do more than just grunt. However, as rappers have proven, it seems grunting is sometimes all you really need to get your point across. Isn't that right, Master P? "Uuuuugh, uuuugh. Nana nana. Nana nana." Sure, Neanderthals may have not had spoken language…yet somehow they managed…and I'm guessing it had something to do with the large clubs that they carried around and some form of body language, fierce hooting, and possibly projectile feces…much like apes of today…or drunken frat parties.

The point is…who really cares? If a tree falls in a forest and there's nobody around, sure it makes a sound…but it's just as important to mankind as a caveman saying "Schpedoinkal" or "Giggidy" some 50,000 years ago. They could have constructed Time Machines back then made of mammoth pelts, flint, and pine cones…but until we find it preserved in a tar pit, it's not really effecting us…or is it? Okay, it's really not. It just goes to show that some 50,000 years from now…when people (or the next evolved animals) are digging us up…what will they find? What will they think of us? "Oh, these primitive ancestors used wads of flattened wood pulp to simply wipe their backsides. They didn't even use the three seashells. Myahahahahaha." My point - We all have a legacy…and it's how we make others feel around us…and raise our future generations to be...so please be kind to one another and show your kin how to live by example. My point doesn't really make a whole lot of sense with the Neanderthal thing…but still, it's like my buddy Master P says, there's more to life than bitches, weed, and Mercedes.

Don't Be This Chick - A tow truck driver unknowingly hauled away a car with a 7-year-old asleep inside before returning the vehicle minutes later and speeding away. The panicked parents of the missing boy watched the driver hurriedly unhook their car and take off as they met with authorities late Monday. Twenty-three year old Fidel Retana Jr. was pulled over a short time later and arrested on child endangerment charges but police expect to drop the charges. "It appeared that he did not intend to take the child," Dallas police Sgt. Brenda Nichols said. David Traylor, Retana's attorney, said his client noticed the boy only when he stopped to ensure that the car was hooked up properly. The car had been parked in a fire lane while the boy's mother ran upstairs to her apartment. Traylor said Retana left the second time in a hurry because he knew the parents were there and were probably angry. Authorities said the boy's mother was crying and vomiting outside when they arrived. The boy was still asleep when the car was returned.

Now, I've fallen asleep in the back of a car as a child a few times…and my mother will gladly share this story with you any time you hang out with us. Apparently, one time I was wandering around outside, hopped in the car, and fell asleep in the trunk area of a hatchback. She was obviously worried something fierce…and drove for hours trying to find me…and called family & neighbors…and I was asleep in the back of the car. She was at wit's end until I woke up, went inside the house when she was crying on the phone with my grandma or something, and I asked what was wrong. This however, is not really one of those stories. Why? The mother parked in the fire lane and "ran upstairs to her apartment" but it takes a while for a few things to happen…like somebody call a tow truck, they show up, hook up the car, and drive off. Even if there's a two truck on the premises and waiting…it probably takes a good ten to fifteen minutes depending on a few variables. Then, after the fiasco, she's "crying and vomiting" when he came back with the car. Now, I've been worried bad before…and unless she has some SERIOUS acid reflux, there's some other factors playing into that. Regardless of all that, here's my verdict - Charges obviously dropped on the tow truck guy…because of he's being charged with kidnapping, she's being charged with child abandonment. She's also going to pay the tow charge & have to go to one of those parenting classes. That's my ruling. Case closed.

Milla Update - Milla Jovovich will star in Gold Circle Films' thriller "The 4th Kind" according to The Hollywood Reporter. The fact-based thriller involves an ongoing unsolved mystery in Alaska, where one town has seen an extraordinary number of unexplained disappearances during the past 40 years and there are accusations of a federal cover-up. Jovovich plays a woman investigating the disappearances in the town. Olatunde Osunsanmi is making his directorial debut on the film, which he also wrote. Shooting begins late June. Not really much else to say. Good for her. Sounds like it could be a mix of "The X-Files" and "30 Days of Night" but I'm guessing something far more disappointing...except Milla is one hot Scully. Oh well, chances are I'll still watch it…because it was one of my ten requirements. Maybe the government's covering up time-traveling lesbian strippers that ride robot dinosaurs and feed only on panda bacon. What a twist!

Anyway, that should do it for me today. Hope you all enjoyed it. I may stop in tomorrow on my day off…but we shall see. I plan on hanging with my dad again. Thank you all for everything. You guys rock!!! The gals rock too…probably more so…I just say guys a lot…like dude…and cool cat. Anyway, have a great day!!!

Saturday Blaze & Gloomy Gus Days

Good Evening Ladies & Gentlemen,

Yesterday, I did very little before meeting up with Bubbles and her new car Sylvie (name still in debate…but I like it). She had spent the day at the dealership and was very happy with her purchase…as she should be because it's a great car. She was in town for a few days to hopefully pack up the rest of her stuff for the move down to Vegas, so I helped out with that for a while before the Blaze game. The game itself was held at the Energy Solutions Arena…and was actually surprisingly lame. The Blaze have yet to win a game this year…and they lost to the Georgia Force by 21 points. I did have a few beers at the game for the first time. They were reasonably priced…but yeah, no fights or anything like that. Here are some pictures…

NBA Legend John Stockton...dipped in bronze

Bubbles & I at the game...

She feigns interest well

Towards the end of the game,

the Blaze resorted to drastic measures.

Normally Dodge trucks aren't allowed to play.

They even cheated in the Tug-of-War...

After the game, Bubbles decided that she wanted to have a few drinks with some friends…so she called some up and we went to Piper Down and Murphy's for brief periods…but decided to call it a short night because she had a lot of packing to do today (and last call is 1 AM here in Utah). I have a few pictures…but I'm not going to post them…because I don't have permission from the parties involved. Good times.

Today was a rainy, gloomy day…and I kind of felt accordingly. Occasionally, I just have these days where I wake up…and all the bad stuff seems to outweigh the good stuff. You know, like seeing the rain on the window instead of the beautiful stuff behind it. My dad recovering from a broken leg. My Wingman going through his treatment. I haven't had a girlfriend in nearly a year. I turn 27 in less than a month…and feel like I could do so much more. I haven't really played basketball in about three years. I feel a little bummed about my job and am seriously considering a major change in venue (more on that tomorrow). It's been almost two years since I graduated college with two degrees…yet still am doing the same thing that I was doing because the money's good, no real responsibility, but I've seriously grown apart from my job. I worry for friends and their well-being. I don't work out nearly as much as I used to. Even stupid stuff like some jackass spraypainting my car. It just seems sometimes like all the Passion that I used to have has escaped me. It all seems routine. I wake up, run errands in the morning, go to work during the day, watch a movie at night, sleep alone, repeat.

Don't get me wrong. These Gloomy Gus days that I have help me to appreciate all the great things that I have to. Great family, great friends, great health, good head on my shoulders, my sweet demeanor, job that pays well and allows me to travel on a whim usually, nieces & nephews to help grow with, great adventures that I have on occasion, all the stuff that I'm thankful for when I pray at night. Usually I just try to send out the positive thoughts and the Karma comes back around…but yeah, sometimes I wonder…what might have been and pointless stuff like that. I don't know. Maybe it's just like a Second Puberty or something…and I'm just worrying about what my life is going to be like six months, two years, five years, ten years, twenty years from now…and it's bumming be because I remember my expectation from when I was going through my First Puberty. Stuff like graduating with a college degree (check check), finding Love (stalemate), being a pro basketball player (three years since steady pickup games), success in side projects like movies & business ventures (yeah, I had high expectations), and all that stuff. It just seems sometimes like that only person that I’m doing for…is for me…and I want to do so much more.

I want to be like Dikembe Mutumbo and help save & educate kids in Afrika by donating my millions. I want to help kids get away from video games and pick up sports. You know, coach a rec league team or something. I want to make people smile & laugh uncontrollably and feel good about themselves. I want to have a family eventually…but not before finding that right woman that compliments & completes me. I assume most people think about stuff like that every once in a while. Anyway, my time for that was today…as I was watching basketball all day before coming to work. Oh…and by the way, if you think that I have an encyclopedic knowledge of movies, you should watch a basketball game with me. My trivial knowledge of the sport is somewhat legendary…but awfully boring. So yeah, my rant is over for the day. Sorry to probably bum you out too…but I'll get over it real quick…as soon as I decide what I'm going to do. It'll probably coincide with seeing the sun again. I usually like rainy days, just to go for little walks and feel the rain on my face…but about once a year, I have these Gloomy Gus days. I think we'll all be happy not to hear about this for another twelve months. Thanks for letting me vent. Now to some stuff that makes me feel better…

Twice in a Week? - Kory McFarren is a 37-year old man from Ness City, Kansas. On March 13th, authorities arrived at his house because he said that his 35-year old girlfriend Pam Babcock had something wrong with her…and it was that she was sitting on the toilet for so long that she had basically become one with the crapper. Her skin had literally grown around the bowl…and she was fused to the seat. Now, originally they said she had probably been there for a few months…but now they're saying a month or so…and Mr. McFarren was arrested under suspicion of mistreatment of a dependant adult. Oh…and she was 'disconnected' from the toilet and is recovering in the hospital. Creepy, right? Here's something even more creepy. He was released…and on March 23rd, he was arrested again…this time for lewd & lascivious (good word meaning "tending to arouse sexual desires") behavior after allegedly exposing himself to a neighbor's teenage daughter and her friends. You know, as bad as things get, at least I don't get my kicks out of making people sit on a toilet for months or flashing neighbors…well, their underage daughters anyway. Mister McFarren, you win my Loser of the Month - March 2008. Congratulations!!! Hope you enjoy prison.

Wombats Make the News - Arthur Cradock, a 48-year-old orchard worker from Motueka on the South Island of New Zealand, called police on February 11th to say he was being raped by a Wombat at his home. Shortly after, he called back to withdraw his complaint. For those of you who don't know, Wombats are those pudgy, slow-moving marsupials that you see on nature shows…like the Wildboyz. He claimed that after the experience, he starting speaking Australian. Cradock pleaded guilty to using a phone for a fictitious purpose and was sentenced to 75 hours community work. Prosecutors said alcohol plays a large part in Cradock's life, although his defense lawyer said he was not drunk on the afternoon of the phone calls. So there's really only one explanation…the Wombat convinced him somehow to drop the charges. I'm sure there was a drunken celebration of some sort where the two met, they talked and found that they had similar interests, one thing led to another, and then Mr. Cradock woke up alone with a sore backside and some distinctive cubic scat on his bed sheets. "It wasn't a dream." So he called in the complaint…only to have the Wombat return shortly after with breakfast from Mickey D's. Oops. Call back to drop the charges…but it was too late. Simple misunderstanding. It's a shame really…but at least he gets to do community service for a great cause, has found an interesting relationship, and this may be the first step to him avoiding getting blackout drunk in the future. Who knows? All I know is…a Wombat and a Kiwi probably cannot breed…and that will help me to sleep at night. Then again, they said the same thing about a Beaver & a Duck…and now we have the Platypus. What would you call a Wombat - Kiwi offspring? A Wiwi? A Kombat? A Mortal Kombat? Anyway, raped by a Wombat. Nobody ever suspects the Wombat…and for good reason.

That'll do it for today. Thanks for letting me vent again…and hopefully I got a laugh or two out of you afterwards. I wish you all the best in everything. Have a great night!!! May all your dreams come true!!!

A Few Days in Heaven - Part Two

Good Afternoon Ladies & Gentlemen,

Sorry about the technical difficulties last night and the night before…but it's Blogger's fault for not saving my stuff. Basically had to do this twice...and it was already an all-day thing, so I hope you like it...and without further ado, we now return you to Day 3 - U.S.S. Midway already in progress. To repeat, the U.S.S. Midway was the first commissioned aircraft carrier after World War II and was active during the Vietnam War and Operation Desert Storm. In 2004, it was decommissioned and transformed into a museum ship. Really, only about a third of it is viewable space…but it's still a all-day activity. We were there for over five hours and it flew right by. If you're into all the cool facts & figures, I'd advise you to check out the link because it's incredibly interesting from a logistical & engineering standpoint…as well as its vast size and use…but that can be boring to read…so here are some pictures.

These signs give you an idea of what my day was like

This is shot downward at eye level

Both Wingmans are in there...somewhere

She knows how to handle her tool

"Como?"

That's the expression of somebody finding out

that the tank he just opened wasn't empty

Throw her in the Brigg

"Which one changes the radio station?"

"Do you hear it yet?"

"Nope. Try the other one..."

Tehehe, cockpit...

"Die Commie scum!!! Ehehehehehehehehe..."

"AAAAGH!!! CLOSE THE DOOR!!!"

"EJECT, BITCH!!!"

My Wingman & I in our natural environment

Dr. Stranger Love

Would have climbed up to ride these...

but security was tight

Good sign for missles & urinals

How big are the missles on an F-14 Tomcat?

Just a little too big...

"Where are we going cap'n?"

"TO HELL IF WE DON'T CHANGE OUR WAYS!!!"

After our tour, we grew hungry…and yearned for seaflesh…so we walked to the Fish Market, conveniently located near the USS Midway around sunset. I had some wonderful Thresher Shark and Crab Cakes. Oh…and did I mention it was during sunset? Because it was. There's going to be a lot of beautiful sunsets in my blog over the next few days…so please, get used to it.

"Yes, you may touch it..."

"Sssh, it's a secret. That guy's giving free spankings."

"Alright, let her out slowly..."

"Dude, look at that!!! HELLO...LO...Lo...lo...."

"I want THAT one. He's got fight in him."

I knew you were curious what was up there...

You're welcome.

After dinner, we drove around the suburb of National City and checked out some of the thrift shops, the Wal-Mart, and finally Foodland. There is were we found some wonderful fruit for our journeys…and a lot of piñatas…that we didn't use but it was nice to know that they were nearby. Really a lot of great fruit…and ripe. Utah gets kind of gypped on the fresh fruit stuff…but it's our own fault for living in a barren salty desert on the bench of rocky crags, I guess. We then returned to the hotel, visited the hot tub, and enjoyed more Coronas & fresh fruit. Yet another good day.

Please note the Strawberry Shortcake one

Day 4 - San Diego Zoo

The morning started on a sort of sad note…as the news of Brett Favre retiring spread like Courtney Love at a donkey show. Luckily, I got to see him on the field (for about a quarter) about five months ago before he retired…because say what you will about him being a great quarterback and hands-down one of the toughest guys you'll ever run into…but he just seemed like a cool, laid-back dude. Not a prima donna quarterback who doesn't want to get dirt under his nails. He looks like he'd drink you under the table…but only out of competition, of course. I don't recall the exact number but it was something like 275 consecutive starts over 16 years or something like that where he has been the Green Bay Packers' quarterback…which is simply amazing, since he's the target on just about every play that he's out there for over a ton of manimal chasing after him. I'm glad that he's doing it really…because he still has his health and he can spend time with his family, which is very important. Sure, I'll miss seeing him on Sundays…but whatever. I'll get over it.

For breakfast, we went to Anthony's again because we knew how to find it…and it was good food for a good price…and we bought discounted tickets for the San Diego Zoo at the Visitor's Center. The Zoo was amazing. Here in Utah, we have the Hogle Zoo…which is really more of an incredibly horrible zoo by comparison. The animals die there all the time…and I sincerely doubt that there's any research going on there…but I could be wrong. The San Diego Zoo though…has PANDAS!!! So, without further ado, let's begin our journey into the tropical jungles of San Diego and see what we can find.

Jungle located in downtown San Diego

They don't lie. This monkey meant business.

Look at the majestic Macaque monkeys

(Pronounced Ma-Cock)

You don't want to be bit by one of these guys

"What happened?" "Macaque bit me!!!" "Really?"

A different species...the Mycock Monkey

"Ssssh, it's a secret."

Orangutans dedicated to my blogger buddy B

This hippo was awesome

"Yes, I'm a cute hippo. Go ahead. Take my picture."

"Yes, get nice and close. I'm so adorable."

BLAAAST!!!

Not another poo, it's an otter

He was chasing his tail in circles underwater

Doin' it Turtle Style

It's like Doggy Style...but with Kevlar vests

My Wingman had what the hippo was eating

Am I the only one that thinks that zoos make up animals?

Isn't a Zebra just a Horse with stripes painted on?

Aren't these Tapirs just mutated pigs with body paint?

I'm pretty convinced this Koala wasn't even real

He's too damn cute to be real

"Get the f**k out!!! A Singing DOG?"

He tried for about five minutes but this

dog couldn't sing at all. Not even Baja Men.

Sichuan Takin - I don't know what it is

But it sure sounds spicy & delicious

"It's okay. The chain link fence will protect us

from the ferocious lioness. Trust in the fence."

Doin' it Grizzly Style

Like Doggy Style...but with fur coats

Poor Polar Bear's probably hot as hell in San Diego

We drove a thousand miles to see Pandas...

and this guy was the only one on display...

and he was sleeping all day

Even his red-headed cousin was

just sleeping the day away

This mural confuses me a little bit

The one on the left looks like he has Downs Syndrome

Towards the right, I think a female panda is being

forced to do something she doesn't want to

What are we teaching children here?

"F**king Raptors? This had better

not be another Singing Dog..."

"F**k!!! It's birds. False advertising..."

The thought of Raptors got us excited...

so we headed to the Reptile Hut even

though the Zoo was closing

What would it be like to be face-to-face

with the venomous King Cobra?

Like this...

Burmese Python

Probably the coolest thing in the whole zoo...

A two-headed Snake

This lizard had a neon green backside

That's going in the blog

The closest thing to a Raptor on planet Earth

The 12-foot long, 600 pound Komodo Dragon

Sorry, it's dark...but we had to sneak around to find him

"Sssh, don't tell."

After the zoo, we walked around our hotel looking for some place to eat that would be inexpensive. One of the first places we saw was Kansas City Barbeque, which looked like a standard dive barbecue pit…but then we went inside…and it was the bar where the scene from "Top Gun" was shot. You know the scene. "You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your liiiips…" The food was great too. We had massive amounts of barbecue soaked animal flesh and at a very reasonable price. Our waitress was even cute.

There's absolutely nothing like spending all day

at a zoo...then eating a lot of barbecue

Yes, those are a few bras there

The Wingmen pose for the cameras

Don't think I didn't play that NBA thing

off when given the chance either

After dinner, we decided to walk it off a little bit by exploring the Seaport Village at night and walking through some of the hotels in the area. Good fun was had by all (as odd as that may sound…but we're pretty entertaining cats). We then tried out the hot tub…but it was more of a lukewarm tub…really like a miniature pool than anything, so we quickly hopped out and called it a night.

This sign confused me a little bit...

Water Dispensers are located blah blah blah...

"What the hell is that slightly to the right?"

That'll do it for today since I had a massive amount of pictures…but wait, there's still four more days of vacation to go…so probably one, maybe two more entries…and it includes Sea World, beautiful architecture, sunsets, silly stories, witches, the greatest burgers EVER, vampires, and beaches of all shapes and sizes. It may sound like I'm making this stuff up…but I assure you that I am not. So until next time, keep smilin' and check back here for the exciting conclusion…of "A Few Days In Heaven" Rated PG-13. Have a great night everybody!!!