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Back to Big Bear - Part Seven
Clark: "I'm just trying to treat my family to a little fun."
Ellen: "Oh spare me, Clark. I know your brand of family fun. Tomorrow
you'll probably kill the desk clerk, hold up a McDonalds, and
drive us 1000 miles out of the way to see the world's
largest pile of mud!"
-National Lampoon's Vacation
So,
The fourth of July...
The short version. Time to move on, folks.
We did more shopping. Yay. Boring as fuck. I bought a San Diego Padres sticker for my car. Yippee. That same booth was selling a women's t-shirt with "Did I mention the swift kick to the groin you'll get if you touch me?" printed on it. Pretty nifty.
Saw more hot babes. Amazing how a little backwater town like Big Bear can be stocked with so much Grade A choice hooch. Honestly. Maybe they all just come up for the holidays or something, but the ratio of bombs to scuds was astronomical. Being an ugly-as-shit pale fat ass freak, not to mention happily married, I felt sort of out of my element there.
But it was like being in the Louvre. Masterpieces everywhere.
When we got back to the cabin that afternoon, Amanda had bought a patriotic bandana and we wanted to get a picture of us with him...
Yay. How cute. The Nathan family. Can you see the contempt in my eyes? Naw...I'm a good sport.
Unfortunately, Cooper managed to get some kind of funky allergic reaction up in the mountains and his eyes got all red and swollen. We felt bad for him, but couldn't help but laugh at him. He looked like a serious pot-head:
Good old Cooper.
When he got better, we took a picture of him with Athena, Amanda's parents' young pitbull. She's a damn good dog. Apparently, as far as dogs go, she's a smokin' piece of ass too...at least Cooper thinks so, posing for their portrait and sportin' some good old dogwood...
Gross, son.
Anyway, that evening, we headed down to the lake. We ate some sandwiches and played cards. As the sun set, we realized that our position, while perfect for watching the fireworks, wasn't that great for our comfort. I looked over at Amanda's mom, and she had a swarm of about all the gnats in existence today hovering over her head, stretching up into the sky as far as we could see.
Shit.
They didn't really bug us much though. Ha ha. Seriously motherfucker--laugh! That shit was funny!
The firework show was excellent, particularly for a little mountain town. We got stuck in a lot of traffic heading back to the cabin, taking about an hour to go two miles. Ugh.
The next day, we spent all morning engrossed watching the 2003 World Series of Poker. Seriously--we sat there and watched it for almost three hours, and never got bored. We even started yelling back at the TV like a bunch of drunk sports buffs: "HE'S BLUFFING YOU IDIOT! CALL! CALL! Shit you fool! DON'T FOLD! CHRIST!"
It was all rather embarrassing, particularly because Amanda and her mother got into it too.
Then we went home. Cooper got carsick again and yakked all over his kennel. This time, though, when I took him out, he was freaked. He jumped into my arms and managed to get dog vomit all over my shirt.
Nasty? You betcha.
All in all, not a terribly great trip. We had a good time, but with Cooper getting sick and having nasty allergies, we realized that things would have been much better if we would have left him with a friend.
Practice for having kids, I guess.
Except kids don't try to hump your head when you're laying down on the floor.
9:37 a.m. - July 23, 2004
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