BOCA OR BUST II


WE LANDED IN ORLANDO AND RENTED A CHEVY TRAIL BLAZER. EXPERT MOVE. FOR ANYONE WHO DOESN'T ALREADY KNOW, THIS BLOG IS THE SECOND OF TWO TRIPS TO FLORIDA WITHIN THE YEAR. THIS TIME, WE WERE ON OUR WAY TO SEE "THE HEAVY PETS" AT A TWO DAY FESTIVAL. BEFORE THE FESTIVAL EVEN BEGAN, JESSE SUBCONSCIOUSLY RELIEVED SONNY AS TOUR MANAGER AND MADE AN EXPERT TRANSITION INTO "FESTI-MODE" JESSE'S UNIQUE PARKING JOB IN THE WOODS WAS FAR FROM ORDINARY, IN FACT ITS QUITE "INDESCRIBABLE" IT WAS SO AWKWARD AND RANDOMLY HAPHAZARD, THAT WHEN WE EXITED THE CAR LAUGHING, AND OUR NEW FRIEND CHRIS SAID "WHAT ARE- 'YOU GUYS ON?"

WE PICKED CHRIS UP AT THE CAMP JAM ENTRANCE, MOMENTS AFTER HIS DAD DROPPED HIM OFF. HE WAS A 21 YEAR OLD TOUR KID WHO RECENTLY MOVED TO ORLANDO FROM TEXAS AND HEARD ABOUT THE FESTIVAL ON THE INTERNET... I HOPE CHRIS IS SAFE, HE SEEMED PRETTY FADED AFTER PULLING A DRUG INDUCED ALL-NIGHTER, ITS A SHAME HE NEVER MADE IT TO THE HEAVY PETS NEW YEAR FINALLE...

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QUESTION OF THE TRIP................................
Q: IF WE HAD RENTED THE CROSSFIRE, WOULD HE HAVE GIVEN US A SPEEDING TICKET ?
A: Y

JUGGLING THE OUTBACK ORLANDO ROADS AND AN IMPERATIVE CALL FOR DIRECTIONS....., I REALIZED IT WAS TOO LATE. NOT EVEN AN HOUR INTO THE TRIP AND WE HAVE A RUN IT WITH THE COPS. WE GOT PULLED OVER... THE COP APPROACHED THE PASSENGER SIDE OF THE TRUCK CONSCIOUSLY AVOIDING THE PASSING TRAFFIC, AND THE INTERROGATION BEGAN. IM NOT SURE IF JESSE COULD TOTALLY HEAR THE COP, BUT HE SPOKE TO THE COP IN A TONE YOU WOULD GIVE TO A WAITER WHO BROUGHT YOU COLD SOUP, DEFINATELY NOT A WAY TO SERENADE A LAW ENFORCER. I THINK THIS CONFUSED THE COP. HE CAME BACK WITH A SMILE AND A PLEASANT WARNING. JESSE WAS IN SOME SORT OF ZONE, BECAUSE IT WAS NOT UNTIL ABOUT A MILE DOWN THE ROAD THAT HE GRASPED THE CONCEPT THAT WE GOT LET OFF WITH JUST A WARNING... I THINK THE COP WAS LOOKING FOR REAL TROUBLEMAKERS... IN CONCLUSION, RENTING THE CROSSFIRE CONVERTIBLE WOULD HAVE HAD A TWO PRONGED EFFECT: FIRST, WE WOULD DEFINATELY HAVE GOTTEN A SUMMONS FOR SPEEDING, AND TWO: WE WOULD NEVER HAVE BEEN ABLE TO FIT CHRIS IN THE BACK.


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WE MADE A TOTAL OF FIVE STOPS DURING THE 50 MILE TRECK FROM THE ORLANDO INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT IN THE FOLLOWING ORDER. QUICKIE MART, TARGET, GETTING PULLED OVER, THE HOTEL, AND A KWIK STOP. THE LAST MOMENT STOP AT TARGET WILL ALWAYS STICK OUT IN MY MIND AS THE BEGINING OF THE ADVENTURE. TARGET HAD A LIMITED SECTION OF TOP SELLING CD'S, AS WE PERUSED, A CLASSIC DIALOGUE INSUED. THE SARCASTIC BANTER STARTED LIGHTLY WITH CRACKING JOKES AND MAKING FUN OF EACHOTHERS CD SUGGESTIONS, BUT THEN BECAME MORE SERIOUS. I AM AM NOW CONVINCED THAT ALL MUSICAL CONVERSATIONS ARE WITHIN SEVEN DEGREES OF THE BEATLES.

CD'S WE PURCHASED:

NAS
GYM CLASS HEROES
BECK
SNOOP DOG
LED ZEPLIN (DOUBLE DISC)
THE REPLACEMENTS
2 PAC (SHITTY REMIX CD)
THE GORRILAZ
(I FORGOT THE NAME OF THE BAND I LIKED THE MOST WILL GET BACK TO YOU)

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OVERALL, IT WAS A GREAT TRIP, FROM THE VERY BEGINING TO THE VERY END. NOT TO MENTION I FINALLY GOT MY REVENGE FROM THE FIRST "MILE HIGH SIT-&-GO". ABOUT A YEAR EARLIER WAS WHEN WHEN JESSE AND I PLAYED OUR LAST HEADS UP...
THE VICTORY IN MY MIND IS A METAPHOR FOR A PROSPOROUS AND SUCCESSFULL WAY TO WRAP UP THE YEAR. I CONSIDER THIS BLOG TO MARK THE ANNIVERSARY OF ONE YEAR OF WRITING. CHEERS...