Day Two - The Gospel According to Bubbles

Gameboy and I woke up around 9:00... right?... and after some cleaning up we ventured to the other side of the house to rouse (NOT arouse...though that would be a much more interesting blog...) the sleeping beauty down the hall.

After saying some quick goodbyes, we hopped into the car and went to meet the rest of the boys at Mallory's house. Once there we told our previous night's stories -- all of which ended in relationships -- none of which involved the boys of F15. Luckily, we all found some comfort in the general misfortune of our friends. Maybe these boys are just mis-fit for the lovely ladies of Miami. But who knows? Perhaps this is just the beginning of the F15/Misfitz bonding... A birthday phone call would suggest that for one Bubbly guy in green, that might just be the case.

After a good-ole homestyle breakfast, we were back on the road. Next stop: Scallywag Tag.

Scallywag Tag, after being talked up by the newly-named BOOYAH, actually managed to exceed all of our expectations. This Pirate-Themed laser tag provided us with hours of fun, a pirate bandanna, and throngs of nine year old competition that ensured our victory. Wonderful.

After we had shot our fill of young children (maybe I should rephrase that?), we finally made it all the way to BOOYAH's house. I am sure that many interesting things happened during our time there, but I am happy to say that I slept through all of them. I was shaken from my coma around 5:00 and told it was time to clean up/warm up for our next gig, a Christmas Party!

At the party, we sang a mix of newly learned Christmas Carols and our normal repertoire. We were kindly rewarded with a paycheck and an all expense paid trip to FatBurger.

After FatBurger we made an only-slightly-successful attempt at Christmas Caroling.


(After singing one very short carol to a friendly looking man)

"Would you like us to sing Silent Night?"

(as the door is closing)

"No Thanks."

What an adventure!


We finished the night off with a few pretty awful games of bowling, and then returned home. Though the bowling shirts gave us a professional edge, we seemed to be having a bit of trouble getting our balls down the lanes. (Thats what she said? Story of my life? There is a sexual innuendo in there somewhere; I know it.)

Take a look at the scores... enough said.




Despite arriving at BOOYAH's at a reasonable hour, I somehow managed to stay up until around 4:30. I was distracted by a combination of blog writing, falling on Woody, and text messaging...

-Bubbles