Monday, February 15, 2010
We Almost Got Rabies
In honor of the ridiculously-expensive-bouquet-of-roses-holiday we like to call Valentine's Day, Steve and I took a little trip to down south. Beautiful (actually its pretty dirty and a tad bit scary) Rocky Point! We were there for less than 24 hours, which is long enough. Not saying we didn't have fun, but there are only so many mexicans to take advantage of, and only so many waves that you can run away from because the water is so cold. Here's a little photolog of our time among the brown folk and lots old white couples from Minnesota. Picture taken, compliments of an old white man from Wisconsin (or some other cold state) Clam mouth. It's a real disorder, very serious. But even worse is pointy-seashell-nose-disease. 14 people died last year from PSND. Don't we look happy? I don't think I have ever looked better. We rented a four wheeler and took a little joy ride through some dunes. This picture was taken just prior to us almost getting rabies. We were riding through the neighborhoods, pointing at all the shabby shacks while jingling coins in our pockets, teasing the poor kids when out of no where this big black dog started coming at us...and fast. Steve and I were both screaming like little girls as we watched my foot almost get eaten off. Finally the dog gave up -- when we reached the top of the road there was a little boy who saw the whole thing just laughing at us. This is an actual castle house, literally made out of trash in the middle of the ghetto. Castle+trash+ghetto=Awesome. Angel Steve We spent the end of our day laying in this cool bed on the beach watching the ocean, and unfortunately some gay dudes in speedos pranced into our line of sight and kind of ruined our evening. So we left and drove all the way home. The end.