Oh hai, I just got back from South Padre, and by just got back I of course mean got back a few hours ago and have just finally broken free of my sunburn inspired laziness.

Rocky, David and I drove down there on Friday and made our way back up this morning. Adolpho and Jordan were supposed to join us, but Adolpho had to work and Jordan was smarter than I am. lol

Some nastiness went down with Jordan’s Vic and he said he couldn’t afford to come with us on the trip. I insisted that I was going down there with no intention to spend more than 20 and he could do the same. Pfft,  yeah, he called it. Didn’t happen. I think most of my money went to eating out.

Rocky and I actually went to a brewery / restaurant on Saturday. David didn’t eat with us because he’s a Wataburger addict and has virtago so he can’t drink.

Rocky and I had, as he called it, “a couple o’ brewskis!” Rocky’s the only tool who actually says cheesy crap like that, I swear. lol

This was seriously the best beer I’ve ever had. I think it was called “Tidal Wave Wheat”. It was a very light ale and had a distinct bready taste to it. “Bready” is not a real word, I’m pretty sure. The beer was very good though.

Other than the food, I really tried to keep my money spent on souvenirs to a minimum. That is to say I didn’t buy anything other than some lame sticker for my guitar. I recently found out I could easily have just bought the exact one on posterpop for less. Live and learn I guess. I wanted to get my sister one of those gay, two-piece mood-rings, but I didn’t think any would fit her. I pretty much guessed her dainty, girl fingers to be about the size of my pinky and her thumb to be about the size of my second index knuckle. Pretty much being anal to rationalize saving money which really didn’t happen. I’ll go buy her a coke or something.

A huge chunk of our money went to a horrible motel though. We initially intended to go camp out, but when we got to SPI, it was like 3am and we were way too tired to set up a tent, so we went running around the island looking for some magical hotel  that would somehow have vacancy on a tourist island during a weekend in the summer. Yeah, that didn’t manage to manifest itself for us. We did, however find a place a few miles inland called the “Executive Inn”. Hoo boy.

As soon as David pulls the truck in front of the lobby I expected the worst. The whole lot was covered in trash, people were wandering around the balconies with their shirts off and the buildings had paint peeling from brown to blue. The guy at the desk said a room would be 90 bucks (!) and we’d have to check out at 11am (?!?!).

I was immediately like, “NO.” Unfortunately we were all pretty tired and I wasn’t about to argue with David when I didn’t really have too much of a legitimate opposition to stand with so I just let it happen. Rocky was cool and offered to cover half my bit though, so that lessened the blow.

Regardless, I really wish I fought the decision more. This feeling of regret immediately hit me once we opened the door (which was in itself a chore requiring the use of tackles). The room smelled like all kinds of, well, ass.

The smoke alarm was ripped from the ceiling, dangling in place by its wires and the bathroom door had a hole in it that looked as if it came from someone who tried kicking it open.

There was also the matter of the cockroaches that crawled out in the open from everywhere and anywhere.

We later traced the smell I mentioned earlier to the kitchenette. Could have fooled me, I thought it was a closet till I looked inside to take a picture.The lights were, not surprisingly, broken and it consisted of a stove, a microwave and a mini-fridge. The mini-fridge was actually open and contained food. Old food that had since rotted thanks to the room’s non functioning air conditioning.

I don’t know if it’s less surprising that I knew we were gonna want a refund or that the douche bag who ran the place didn’t give them out. The guy even had the chutzpa to tell us that we had the best room on the lot (because it was tiled). Seriously? Now that sounds like a class-action lawsuit I’d LOVE to join in on.

Rocky and David toughed it out and slept in there, but a few hours of the unbearable heat and the atrocious smell and I had to leave. I actually spent the last few hours before daylight napping in the bed of the truck.  As soon as Rocky and David woke up I forced us to check out and go get a spot to camp. I met no resistance.

The campgrounds were pretty nice actually. The public restrooms were actually cleaner than the motel’s and the tent was of course more structurally together and didn’t have the awful smell. Once we set up the tent we went to wander the South Padre strip.

Of course there was the restaurants we hit up, but we mainly went store hopping. Each one really sold the same shit: Ed Hardy T-shirts, tacky beach towels, ugly boogie-boards, hermit crabs; it was like if a Mexican flea market were air conditioned. (pictured: 1 – David, 2 – Rocky)

What I did like about the stores is that they know how to market. All the store keepers were really cute girls who were very friendly. Nice. I was particularly fond of the vacant looking surfer girl of the first shop we visited. The other shop girls were hot, Latina babes.  Don’t get me wrong, they were uber pretty, but super model hot gets kinda generic in large numbers. Surfer girl was just kinda there. She seemed pretty relaxed and nice about everything and had the wavy accent. I love that accent haha.

Other than that we hit the beach and all immediately wished we worked out more. Pfft, two packs and a keg are usually a hit at house parties; it’s so unfair. David got sunburned like mad and Rocky had to slime himself up with sunblock to prevent the same. I made fun of the two the whole time. Of course karma would see it fit that on the drive back home the pick-up bed would roast me alive with it’s reflective surface. Lesson learned (until next time).

It was a fun, even if expensive, trip though. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to wash sand out of every single freaking orifice my body has now.

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