T-Minus 12 hours

It’s amazing how fast time flies when you’re eating hot dog buns—- I mean, times flies when you’re hanging with nuns— No wait, neither of those are right. Hmph, the long day is getting to me. Me and Oysta finally met up today and we’re preparing ourselves for this imminent trip by laying around and drinking cervesas, discussing the turmoils of world-hunger and poverty. Talk about hard-earned preparation, but I feel like I owe it to myself to have a Corona or six every once in a while. Good for the soul, sorta like chicken soup. Speaking of chicken soup, that reminds me of how this whole trip came to life…

It really is amazing how things seem to materialize without much warning or signal. Always being the guy who has to be “on top of thangs”, I enjoy putting myself into situations with circumstances that are not the norm, and can be a bit uncomfortable. After seeing an ad for WooMe on a social-networking website that rhymes with “MaceNook”, I decided to check it out. Session after session, I met people that would either make me smirk, shiver, cry, writhe in confusion, or smile (I preferred the latter). But for some reason… I had that certain feeling inside after every session that was similar to a drag of a cigarette where I knew I would crave for another. As quickly as I flare my nostrils, day would turn into night and my behind would be in the chair WOOin’ until my face turned red. There was just something intriguing about meeting hot chickadoos in areas that I had even been to, whether I would meet them or not. Call me Crazy Jimbo McGee— or a similar overly-creative moniker, I was bit by the WOO-bug, obsessing over fraternizing with ladies in the comfort of my makeshift post-graduate office. My world would become occupied with a playful way to spend my time not devoted to drinking moonshine or shooting slingshots

just fun, right?

Have you ever had that idea of something great and amazing, but you weren’t sure if it was the right side of your brain thinking outside of the box or the workings of a voodoo practicing mental institution patient who was able to tap into your thoughts? Either way, I had an idea… and it might just work. I did my research. I found his contact information. But what would he say? Would he think I was crazy? Would he read the e-mail, or drag it over to his recycle bin as quick you can see “yeeee”? Although I can’t remember in detail what the e-mail said, it was to the effect of

“Dear sir,

I have a fantastic idea of how I can meet beautiful women from all around the country using my boy-ish charm and wit. Please call me with the contact information below.

Yours truly,

rdot”

And without much thought (or spell-check) I sent it off; That was that. I went back to my ordinary life consiting of Wal-Mart frozen chicken and evening reality television.

Weekday night; I laid with one leg propped on the couch, slurpping on a 8-flavor slushee, and I can still remember the distant sound of my “fill in stereoptypical rap song” ringtone blaring from the kitchen. Pfttt. Let it go to voicemail, “The Real World” was more important than my “real world”, and with good reason too. Night became dawn, and I stumbled into the bathroom because to my dismay I had forgotten to brush my teeth the previous evening. Electric toothbrush in hand, the blinking light of my phone caught my peripheral.

Who did I know in Northern California? Connectivity is next to godliness, but I reassured myself that “anyone who knows me wouldn’t call in the middle of my weekday couch-fest”… and that was that. I hobbled back to the couch and taco’ed myself into a fleece blankie.

Power on. Check voicemail. 1 new voicemail.  ”Ryan… I received your e-mail, I’ve been thinking about your idea and would like to discuss the possibility of making it happen, please call me at your soonest convenience”. No wonder Stokols didn’t know about my television agenda, he was on Pacific Time.

After a discussion over conference call with WooMe executives, they had revealed to me their pre-existing ideas of bringing two users together for a trip around the country. He is a power WOO’er named theoysta — this statement gave me the impression that I was being accepted into The Justice League, but nevertheless, this was the fella that was being considered for my counterpart on the trip. The Robin to my Batman, the Lewis to my Clark, the Martin to my Gina

You get the picture.

Preparation for our departure tomorrow morning consists of a combination of Tecate, Corona, Chit-chat, and discussion regarding our objectives for this upcoming trip. It’s funny how life seems to unfold like an origami filled with hard bends and curves, but fortunately for rdot and the oysta

We came prepared. T-minus 12 hours to go.

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