Quite an eventful saturday.
I got a call on friday night from one Kevin Smith. He was going to come in for spring break but his ride was only taking him as far as Mount Pleasant. He asked if I would come pick him up, so I said I would pick him up there and bring him back. Levi accompanied me, and we set off for Mt. Pleasant. It was a fun road trip...
We picked Kevin up in the parking lot of a Holiday Inn. When I got out of my car, a can of Miller Lite was just sitting there. I had to pose.
Levi was fascinated by the Detroit Donuts...that was located in Mt. Pleasant. He had to get his picture taken under it. My zoom wasn't good enough though.
We stopped and ate at the same Arby's we had lunch at when we went to Central Michigan University for the forensics competition our senior year. There was a bell on the wall there that said "ring this bell if you recieved good service". Kevin offered to give Levi a dollar if he rang it for "an obscene amount of time". Levi asked, "how long is obscene?", to which Kevin replied "until I say stop". So Levi did it for a good 35 seconds. I'm sure the staff wasn't amused. But Levi got his dollar.
Here we are, playing our favorite road trip game, "WHO IS IN CONTROL OF THE VEHICLE?" Here's how you play: I let go of the wheel and scream "WHO IS IN CONTROL OF THE VEHICLE? IT CERTAINLY IS NOT I." I then look at whoever I'm in the car with, and they usually stare back at me. When I don't reach for the wheel after a few seconds, they usually lunge for it. Levi decided to put an extra twist on the game by covering my eyes up. We almost hit a bridge abuttment.
THE FOLEY CATHETER STORY:
As most of you know, I have a rather disturbing story that I like to tell, that I heard in the hospital. Well Kevin Smith was not privy to this story, so I had to tell him. Levi, who has heard it a thousand times, decided to document Kevin's reaction to it, step by step. Here it goes.
"So this other paramedic student who works for an ambulance company tells me this story. One of their crews gets called to a house for 'a person bleeding.' They get there, and this guy had a foley catheter in. A foley catheter is a length of tube they run up your penis into your bladder, so you can pee into a bag if you're not able to get out of bed. There's a balloon on the end that they inflate so it doesn't slip out of your bladder."
Kevin's reaction at this point:
"Anyways, so this guy has a foley in, and he notices some blood leaking into the bag. What's his first reaction? Yank it out of course. Well, he neglected to deflate the balloon."
Kevin's reaction:
"And his penis was split open from head to base like an overcooked hot dog."
Now Kevin asks, "how do they fix that?"
End foley catheter story.
Later that night...
Bob and the baby
Tony during our power hour. The previous night, I had randomly run into Tony at Thunderbird Lanes, which neither of us had been to before, and we were with different groups. We each had quite a bit to drink there though, and went back to Rob's, where we then decided to try a power hour, which is one shot of beer every minute for an hour. We quickly began to feel ill, so it became a power half-hour. I threw up anyway. So I figured, the next night, I won't drink anything and try the power hour first. Well it didn't go so well...
That's mine. I threw up after shots #45...and 46. But I did finish the power hour. Tony made it without puking, so props to him. He's a tank.
Westphal keeping one handy.
BEERMID!
Fags.