I think I'll take you back in time and tell some of those wonderful stories of college. Today I shall talk about the Great Road Trip of 1995. Back then we all had fun doing spontaneous kind of things like taking trips, going gambling and skipping class. Nowadays my friends don't want to do anything fun because of wives and kids, but we can always remember. It was a Friday afternoon; I think it was in the spring, not sure. My friends "Beau" and "Doug" were getting antsy and so somehow we end up in my caddy heading west. We really had no idea where we were going. I think we started off thinking we would see Billy the Kids grave.  It was located somewhere in New Mexico. We left Lubbock at about 7ish on Friday. We decided to take turns driving. When we hit New Mexico Beau and I witnessed a streak of light fill the sky for just a second. It was probably a meteor, but since it was New Mexico you never know. We got there around 11ish and looked over the fence at it because the place was shut down for the night. Instead of turning around we decided to go see White Sands so someone else took the wheel and we headed off. Beau, who was not in his right mind, decided to stop the car along the way and climb one of those mountains you always pass, and say "how pretty, who in their right mind would climb it?". So naturally peer pressure persuaded me to follow. So there I am, it's 1 in the morning, the wind is chilly the mountain is hard to climb and I finally get to the top, panting and out of breath.  I collapse near a cactus and almost pass out thinking to myself "How did I end up here?? We are going to die out here and no one will ever know." About 20 minutes later when I got my breath back we head down the mountain, and naturally my mountain climbing skills are top notch and as I walk straight down the mountain I can think to myself how easy it would be to fall and I almost fall about twice. We get back to car, I get in the back and lie down and curse Beau under my breath. Then we continued on our way. We got to White Sands early in the morning, get out and walk around for about a half and hour. I think along the way we stopped and got breakfast. So we were like, hey since we're in New Mexico we might as well go to the real Mexico. So we get in the car and switch drivers. I think I was driving that time. As we head into El Paso there is this really long road with nothing in sight and I was really tired. So naturally I decide to close my eyes, just enough so I could see out the slit in my eyes while driving. Doug notices and screams "wake up!" I think I swerved the car a little and then pulled over. We switched drivers again and headed to El Paso, the dirtiest city in the US.  Then we had to park the car and walked over to Juarez. Juarez was like a third world country, everyone was begging. The kids were upon us asking to buy crayons and flowers from them. We took a walk into the shops and even had lunch there. Honestly the food wasn't that good. I'd rather have Taco Bell. We then walked around and decide its time to head back to Lubbock. So we head back to Lubbock. On our way back the border patrol had setup a road block and told us to get out of the car. We told him how we were college kids on a spontaneous adventure and he had these huge dogs put their paws all over my car. They let us go on our way. It took a while to get back to Lubbock. When we arrived in Lubbock it 6ish the next day we had gone 888 miles.  I decided we needed another 12 miles so I drove around the loop to get us there. So in the end it was 900 miles in a 24 hour period. We did have a good time and we gained the knowledge that anything can happen in 24 hours. I also gained the knowledge that I shouldn't climb mountains. Ah, youth.

Thought of the Day

Phil: Do you know what today is?

Rita: No, what?

Phil: Today is tomorrow. It happened.

-- Groundhog Day