On Monday, Andrea had some men come out to her house to start clearing out the trees so they can level their yard. Their home is in a flood zone and in order to make it safer for them and a place they can live in, they have a lot of yard work to do. So, Tree Guy and Chubby Tree Guy came over at night and started cutting down the trees. After they left, after dark had set in, Andrea and I went to the Daiquiri shop, where it was $6 large (32oz) drinks. We each got one, planning on going home, chilling at the house, sipping our drinks. Well, her older two kids were up. One is 12 and the other is 14. Andrea is the type of mom who has one of those relationships with her kids where she can talk to them and they can talk to her. Nothing is out of bounds, as long as you're showing her respect. 32oz of Daiquiri and an hour and a half later, Andrea and I were hyper, but not drunk. Did I mention it was around 2 a.m.?
For some reason, one of us got the brilliant idea to jump on the trampoline. Probably me. The boys came out with us and jumped as well. Then they got the camera. Great...
After that, the boys thought they'd teach us how to dance. We have no rhythm. But I have a recorder, and I got Andrea dancing... Making an ass of herself.
Okay, enough of that.
On Tuesday, Tree Guy and Chubby Tree Guy came back. I forgot to mention earlier that there is an unwritten rule around here. When people do work on your house, you buy them beer. Not that Tree Guy needed it, he came to work every day pretty toasty. At least they were the cheapest in the phone book.
Tree guy insisted on scaring the shit out of us. By climbing 60 feet up in the air and hanging upside down and other freaky shit.
He also insisted on Andrea cutting down the tree. I decided to hold the camera, especially when he told me to get on the rope and help pull the tree down. Umm, no. You're getting paid, not me.
Last photo, a pic of Andrea, posing with Tree Man.
You would think it'd end there. But no, not when we're together. At midnight, Andrea, her sons and I decided to get Taco Bell. When we get to the intercom, none of us, but Andrea has a clue what we want. She orders food for a platoon and then turns to me. I put mine in as well. She asks her sons what they want and we get the usual, "Ummm, I don't know" and Andrea yells at them, "What do you fucking want??" I think I heard the guy in Taco Bell laughing. The boys order, and we pull around, only to have both of them say they want more. Damn teenagers. So we get to the window and add onto our order. Taco Bell guy is of course, trying not to fall over he's laughing so hard.
Ten minutes later, pulling into the driveway, Andrea realizes she didn't get her drink. Instead of doing the 'normal' thing, and drinking the damn drinks we have already in the fridge, we decide to drive all the way back and get her drink. Because you need Pepsi with Taco Bell. (That's according to Andrea).
Pulling off the interstate, Andrea screams "Is that my tree guy???" And it was! Walking across the street, with a bagged beer in hand, is drunken Tree Guy. We roll down the window, scream "Tree Guy!!!!" and his lanky ass comes running up to us. With blood on his nose. According to him, he was sitting on the side of the road, drinking his beer, when a dog ran up, bit him on the nose, and ran off. Awe, tree guy, don't lie. You fell down. You drunk mo-fo.
We did get our drink. And Taco Bell Guy was laughing his ass of at us, but I think it was more so because drunken Tree Guy was sitting on our hood yelling "Everything is bigger in Texas". They even gave me a free lemonade. We dropped drunken Tree Guy off at the side of the road (he lives in a motel... a real winner that one) and went home for our Taco Bell feast.
Yum.
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