California is similar to Tulsa, except better in every way that you could possibly imagine.You got your ocean, tan adequately robust dudes playing football on the beach half naked, and in April its still hot enough to halfway give you a stroke. Its truly beautiful here. everything is beautiful, and for once i can't find a reason to be a Debby downer. And me lacking my usual I hate the world demeanor, Usually results in something wacky. I ran into Ryan's room in the wee hours of the morning because the mornings were pretty great in California and I didn't want to waste it. I took a pillow and smacked her in the head with it. She mumbled something sleepily and turned over in her cocoon of blankets. "Get up Rhy! There's fun to be had man." I yelled as i jumped on top of her lifeless body. Rhyan lifted her head just enough to see her alarm clock. "7:30? You've got to be kidding me..." She moaned with a sigh. "Either you get up now or so help me God I will drag you all the way to the boardwalk by your toes." I insisted. It wasn't until i had to physically yank her off the bed that she agreed to stop being lame and come. Rhyan got ready, and with a number of "DAWN SHUT UP ITS TO EARLY FOR YOUR MOUTH!"s from everyone who was sleeping in the house we were out the door. Rhyan Incessantly asked me where we were going, why she needed to be dragged out of bed, yada yada. I just smiled, smoking my cigarette and enjoying the flawless warmth of the weather as we made it down the boardwalk. I stopped walking in front of a tattoo shop. "Oh hell no." She said with a look confirming she thought I was crazy. "Dude were in California. If your ever going to get a tattoo, You got to get it here, Cali has the best tattoo shops in the states." I used as my argument. 20 minutes later I convinced her it was a good idea and we went in.
The result:
Okay i'm totally busting your balls
Me:
YAY FOR IMPULSION!!!
