Post #23: Archival Arch-rival.

I tell the story of my trip to Tahoe often, but as each year passes the exact memories fade bit by bit, and it takes me longer to retrieve all of those glorious days when explaining (and probably exaggerating) them to new & old friends. 

Fortunately, I found an old, partially written account of this trip on a backup hard-drive, and I'm posting it below simply because I don't remember writing it at all and I felt nostalgic. Also, here's photo-proof of me shooting Patron with Craig Robinson via a shot-ski. I'm on the far left, but it's real!

Shot-Ski with Craig Robinson. 

Shot-Ski with Craig Robinson. 


It's Friday, March 12, 2010.

I’ve never quite understood what it is about Fridays or airplanes that have always made me so excited. Weekends are usually their own form of work for me, even back when I was younger. Weekends meant no school, and if I had no school - I had to work. I enjoyed it a lot for the most part, and it was the only way I could support my 9 mpg gas-habit on my unnecessarily large truck. I worked at a grocery store bagging groceries, stocking shelves with cake mixes, macaroni, mayo, and Flavorite peanut butter. I mowed lawns and shoveled side-walks in the winter. I still cannot believe to this day that I can remember where every single food item is/was in that store, but I can’t remember a password (that I created) to anything.

So much has changed since the days when I knew everything, though. I’ll never forget how fun those days were. I learned to love the taste of crappy beer.

Now I’m sitting in an airplane seat flying in to scenic Lake Tahoe, Nevada. At least that’s what I’m told. I’ve never been here before, but it’s still a free trip to a state that I haven’t spent much time in. Airplanes still blow my mind ever since my first flight at 16 years old. I never thought I’d be on airplanes this much in my life!

In a couple hours, I'll take a shuttle to the hotel for check-in & then driven to a private showing of “Hot Tub Time Machine.”

More later. 


I obviously never picked up where I left off with this writing, but that's probably for the best. The trip was a whirlwind, complete with a blizzard, nervous interviews with the cast, & an insane 80's party where Craig Robinson sang "Jesse's Girl" with a live band. 

I'm happy that I forgot to write about any of that experience in length & let it only live on in a broken memory bank.

Happy Tuesday, friends.

Onwards,
--Justin