Boo-koo... it's like bukakke, but it's boo-koo.... Let's get it!
story tiiiiiiiiiiiiiime...
Once upon a time there was a boy and a girl, let's call them Justine and Jarred. One night, said boy and girl were getting some gasoline for their vehicle at 7-11 when aforementioned girl's phone rings. She looks down, and see's a number, not unfamiliar to her, but one that is not yet programed into her cellular device. As she thinks to herself "Who might this be?", it quickly dawns on her, "Hey! It's Christopher Quiray!" To her delight as she answered the phone, he was not just calling to chat, no, this man hadddd a purpose....somewhat. As the conversation climaxed, questions such as, 'Would you like to come to the beach with us tonight?' were thrown around. As they were not doing much else, and their plans to go to the driving range were soon fizzled due to increasing lateness in time, Justine and Jarred decided 'Hey, why not go to the beach?'...and soon accepted the invitation, and made their way to the humble abode of Mr. Quiray. Soon after they arrived, they found themselves in the company of none other than Mr. Chris Quiray of course, Joseph 'Juice' Basile, Christiney Fullerton, and Mr. Kyle Walters...though Mr. Walters would soon be departing from the group not accompanying them on their 11:00 venture to the beach.
The drive to the beach was nothing short of hilarious, as usual, due to the fact that Justine and Jarred found themselves once again at aforementioned 7-11, but this time in different company. This stop proved useful as the group then purchaed 5 large cans of boo-koo, the energy drink to end all energy drinks. 3 energy drinks in one. As most of these drinks were consumed by the time they arrived at the beach, the tention in the car, to in fact remove themselves from the car was thicker than ever. Once finally arrived at the beach, it was nothing short of satisfying. It was a beautiful night, and the group had energy like none other. There were cartwheel contests, hold your breath and spin around for 10 seconds and then try to run-races... and late night talks with random people upon the beach. ...As a few of the group members' energy level increased, the need for more randomosity increased, and the group headed back towards the vehicle. Once inside, talks of "Amherst" and "Let's go!" were soon masked by the laughter provoked by crazy amounts of boo-koo. . . We were on our way to Massachusetts.
As the drive down the highway commensed, the familiar shout of "PADIDDLE" could be heard echoeing through the beloved black Jetta, and before we knew it. . . girls against guys, strip padiddle. Needless to say, the female population did not come out on top in this game, but it was fun just the same. Toll, after toll the group of kids passed through, when suddenly faced with a night changing decision..... West, or East? ...."WEST, WEST, WEST" said one young Juice Basile from the back seat... while "EAST...Go, EAST" could be heard from Mr. Quiray in the front seat... as she had no other choice because she was basically on the exit. . the group was now heading east, towards the greatest city around. . .Boston.
Plans of running amuk at Amherst at 2 in the morning were soon dwindled by the fact the group was now heading east, instead of west... but this did not hinder their spirits, no... it made the night all the more interesting. Before they knew it, the group was parked on Columbus Ave, in the heart of Beantown. As it was now 230 in the morning, and we all needed a lavatory, the group set off down the street on what would prove to be an adventure to remember.
..oh goddamn boston until 330 am.
store 24.
huuuge rice krispies.
pee-ing in the sketchiest ally way, needing bodyguards.
tripping left and right..
"that'll teach me to look up while im walking down a sidewalk"
a.m.a.z.i.n.g.
there's something special about a boy..when you've only gotten 3 hours of sleep. . after pulling an all nighter, in the city of Boston, and you wake up squished together in a bed, alarm blaring, feeling like you just set it to wake you up in 3 hours, hair's all messy, can't open your eyes, and he hugs you and tells you you're beautiful. . .
time for work.
2-10.
exhausted.
but totally worth it.
<3
Once upon a time there was a boy and a girl, let's call them Justine and Jarred. One night, said boy and girl were getting some gasoline for their vehicle at 7-11 when aforementioned girl's phone rings. She looks down, and see's a number, not unfamiliar to her, but one that is not yet programed into her cellular device. As she thinks to herself "Who might this be?", it quickly dawns on her, "Hey! It's Christopher Quiray!" To her delight as she answered the phone, he was not just calling to chat, no, this man hadddd a purpose....somewhat. As the conversation climaxed, questions such as, 'Would you like to come to the beach with us tonight?' were thrown around. As they were not doing much else, and their plans to go to the driving range were soon fizzled due to increasing lateness in time, Justine and Jarred decided 'Hey, why not go to the beach?'...and soon accepted the invitation, and made their way to the humble abode of Mr. Quiray. Soon after they arrived, they found themselves in the company of none other than Mr. Chris Quiray of course, Joseph 'Juice' Basile, Christiney Fullerton, and Mr. Kyle Walters...though Mr. Walters would soon be departing from the group not accompanying them on their 11:00 venture to the beach.
The drive to the beach was nothing short of hilarious, as usual, due to the fact that Justine and Jarred found themselves once again at aforementioned 7-11, but this time in different company. This stop proved useful as the group then purchaed 5 large cans of boo-koo, the energy drink to end all energy drinks. 3 energy drinks in one. As most of these drinks were consumed by the time they arrived at the beach, the tention in the car, to in fact remove themselves from the car was thicker than ever. Once finally arrived at the beach, it was nothing short of satisfying. It was a beautiful night, and the group had energy like none other. There were cartwheel contests, hold your breath and spin around for 10 seconds and then try to run-races... and late night talks with random people upon the beach. ...As a few of the group members' energy level increased, the need for more randomosity increased, and the group headed back towards the vehicle. Once inside, talks of "Amherst" and "Let's go!" were soon masked by the laughter provoked by crazy amounts of boo-koo. . . We were on our way to Massachusetts.
As the drive down the highway commensed, the familiar shout of "PADIDDLE" could be heard echoeing through the beloved black Jetta, and before we knew it. . . girls against guys, strip padiddle. Needless to say, the female population did not come out on top in this game, but it was fun just the same. Toll, after toll the group of kids passed through, when suddenly faced with a night changing decision..... West, or East? ...."WEST, WEST, WEST" said one young Juice Basile from the back seat... while "EAST...Go, EAST" could be heard from Mr. Quiray in the front seat... as she had no other choice because she was basically on the exit. . the group was now heading east, towards the greatest city around. . .Boston.
Plans of running amuk at Amherst at 2 in the morning were soon dwindled by the fact the group was now heading east, instead of west... but this did not hinder their spirits, no... it made the night all the more interesting. Before they knew it, the group was parked on Columbus Ave, in the heart of Beantown. As it was now 230 in the morning, and we all needed a lavatory, the group set off down the street on what would prove to be an adventure to remember.
..oh goddamn boston until 330 am.
store 24.
huuuge rice krispies.
pee-ing in the sketchiest ally way, needing bodyguards.
tripping left and right..
"that'll teach me to look up while im walking down a sidewalk"
a.m.a.z.i.n.g.
there's something special about a boy..when you've only gotten 3 hours of sleep. . after pulling an all nighter, in the city of Boston, and you wake up squished together in a bed, alarm blaring, feeling like you just set it to wake you up in 3 hours, hair's all messy, can't open your eyes, and he hugs you and tells you you're beautiful. . .
time for work.
2-10.
exhausted.
but totally worth it.
<3