Gulf Shores.. :)

Dear Jon, Liz, Dave and JD - Thank you for a wonderful weekend. Seriously. When we first started out I was kind of in a bad mood, everyone seemed to be in a funk. But things got so much better, it was seriously amazing, when we all started singing. And the tensions, and ice broke, and it was pure fun from then on. I'm glad you all know so much about agriculture: peanut farms, corn feilds, pecan orchards and flood plains were so neat to see. And of course, white supremist cows made me laugh. I wish we could have seen the gators though. Dinner at all you can eat was an excellent idea, even if Mobile looked a tad sketchy. But the real fun started when we got there. The hotel room was nice, very nice for our money. The balcony was useful entirely. And the shower - goddamn that shower was so big. I mean, not only did it fit all of us (better than jon's bathing suit), but had room to spare. Looks like we, once again, couldn't see the "how close is too close?" line. Especially Jon. :) Drinking was crazy, we went through so much shit but it felt soo good. Despite the card everywhere, and the massive bicep aches in the morning, drunken BS was funny, and drunken swimming, funnier. JD actually successfully drink dialed too, which was nice. Sorry the water was too cold. But Jon, you do blow penis better than us all. Saturday was also amazing. Despite Jon's bathing suit mishaps, and Jon and JD running to lunch w/out Liz Dave and I, it was an excellent morning. I especially loved the sandcastle wars; I have never built such awesome sand structures. You boys though.. you learn your diplomacy from Bush... We should have been allies. Even though Dave and I did have the better castle. Fort Phallus and the Boobies did suffer noble deaths at the hands of thier creators. Swimming... man I haven't swam in the ocean in a long time.. and I was actually in the water NEXT TO MEXICO! =^)Despite you boys and your silly little magic carding, Liz and I had a good talk, a good walk and just geenrally good bonding. I love you; thanks for understanding. I can always count on a good heart to heart, intellectual, conversation. Swimming, where I accidently tossed that football into... Jon and his boys.. well, it was funny but an accident. Sorry again! Even through the food wasn;t great, our pseudo-intellectual dinner conversations on patriotism were good. I' m glad we have such diverse opinions within our little group. Then, off to Mini-Golf. It took me a while to get into my rhythm, but once there, we were all pretty damn close and good at the game. The course was bad-ass, and the competition was fierce. Highlights were Jon's bad chi, hole-in-one spanks, JD going a little to the left, Sexual orientation determind by ball path, Dave and the shorter stick and of course, all the good natured, mostly sexual, competitive banter that we all share. I love and will deeply miss that dynamic. Oops. It was such a mistake to go back to that hotel room, and truely see how lobster like we all were. From Jon's penis to JD's back, my back and legs, the three of us were entirely out of commission. Thankst to Liz and Dave for the Coco Butter and excellent "service." Again, tetsimony to how close we all are, that I sat around inmy underwear , checking out the asses on so many girls on that stupid show we were too lazy to trun off. Bigger shirts = better. Jon and JD, I hope you enjoyed your pseudo orgasms from Dave.."Ohh yea, that feels soooo good.. fuck me.. fuck me.. ... a little closer.. more.. yes.. OOOOHHH.. That was better than sex!" Too many church goers, three cracker barrels later, eating fast food from three differant hplaces and stepping in the Mississippi crud was the entireity of the trip back. And the Tchacacabuffta, or whatever. I vote for clicks added to our language. Singing Disney songs, hard rock, and the Oompa Loompa song.. JD and Liz both made excellent DJ's. In conclusion, thanks for a wonderful end to the semester, a view of three southern states, my frist college road trip, and a weekend I'll never forget. Marissa