desert person? nah
So...here is my weekend. My parents insisted that I come to the desert with them... I think that they, for some reason, know about the "get together" I had last time they went out of town. But thankfully, I managed to drag Chelsea along...here it is
We were in a lovely airplane town, where every house had airplane garages (we came to learn they are called "hangers"), but the people we stayed with didnt have an airplane anymore, so we (johnny and I) slept in an rv in the hanger...
home sweet home
we had a cute little kitchen...(love the curtains? we did)
and that was our cool (really hard) bed, and johnny looking away...like always : )
That was a fun night, after a roughly five hour "nap", we were forced to get up and go for a FIVE hour dune buggy ride. ugg
but johnny was a crazy driver!!!!!! we almost died...10 times.
and then we found some really swelt glasses...i like 'em.
and then we went to olive garden...it was johnnys first time!!!!!!!!!!!!! nucking futs...
we sat at the bar, and we met Brandon. But he was really Justin Guarini in an apron.
he wrote down his work nights, i dont know why...
Brandon
wednesday-sunday nights (olive garden in santee, at the bar)
just incase some of you fiesty ladies want to grab a piece of that...(most of its afro though, just to warn ya)
"I love sarcasm, I live for sarcasm" -Mr Davis
-steph