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Hotel california…

I got picked up at the airport by my drunk friends and have since appropriated the car keys..

I start writing again from the bar called Emeralds in downtown Hilo… Reason being is hotel california came on in the pool room.. Its an awesome song, any way you slice it, but what struck me was standing in a hotel in japan exactly a week ago, singing the same song, and coming across with the same happy feeling.

I can recall associating different parts of my life with different pieces of music, and by that logic remember the year a song came out, or recall a year something memorable happened. Weird thing is I'm not a diehard music person; I don't always have to have it on…

Anyways, I got picked up and rode in the back of the truck straight to the bar.. Its cinco de mayo and hilo is the last place I expected to find people celebrating it… I was hungry, definitely not tired, so was down, although mexican food is not my first choice ever.

I stand here now, recording my memories as one of the guys is standing here trying to hand out shots to everyone. I decline politely although most should know by now my non drinking habit.. I get interrupted by the brazilian, rafael who askes If I'm texting my boyfriend. I think he's taken a liking to me; we danced a little bit and have hung out, but I'm not interested in him. For many reasons really, but a huge one being I'm out here on business. He's cute I guess, but I'm not sold..

Reagan and naomi are next to me in their own world. They're so in love. Its weird to me; an almost foreign concept. I would love to experience it, its been a long time…. I catch reagan squeezing her boob. He looks over at me like a guilty kid whose hand just got caught in the cookie jar. Lol

The conversations are hilarious at this point.
Everyone's drunk and can't hear each other. Parillo is swaying near me so I stop him to talk about BJs training schedule. He slurrs to me about how great the training will be tomorrow…

Fast forward to the ride home. I'm driving, everyone's sloshed. Reagan crawls out the window of the truck to the bed to shotgun a beer and make a speech to shauna and jason. He crawls back to the front seat and sits backwards and says, I feel sick.. We convince him to turn forward and I look and he's hanging out the front window as I drive, and naomi is dragging him in by his shirt.

Fast forward again. I'm in the basement of the Penn's mansion. This is where hoyt lives, but he's in LA right now. I spot a laptop charger that fits my comp and I plug it in. My eyelids are drooping..

Jason stumbles in.. Looking for the rest of the crew. Reagan comes in and starts pointing out the stains on his shirt and naming off what each one is. "An avacado. That's what it is.. " He sways, and giggles…

"Holy shit!" He laughs… He pulls a book out of hoyt's stuff. "Are you the one for me." He reads. Laughing, jason takes a camera phone pic and sends it to hoyt.

I'm ready to take a nap.. And then wake up and work on the blog…

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