Welcome back America, a lot has happened since we last spoke. We arrived in New Orleans (nawlens) Louisiana at 7:14 pm on Friday May 29. We quickly setup at the Marriot on Canal Street, the "Liberty Bell" looked remarkable in the plush marriot parking garage, and was a joy for the valet staff to handle. We quickly showered up and hit Bourban street (keiths pronunciation: bore bon). We had a blast strolling the historic street, and let me tell you that place is truly insane! We enjoyed delicious Hurricanes from "Pat O`s" and and Hand Grenades from "Tropical isle". The night was concluded with an intense game of molecules in the hotel elevator.
Saturday: The day that will live in infamy. It started off like any otherwith a late wakeup due to an overabundance of alcohal somehow deposited into our bloodstreams and livers. We eventually came to and decided to stroll the "Freedom quarter" previously known as the french quarter. We ate a scrumptions breakfast than headed down towards river street, passing one of the numerous tourist shop we noticed an airboat adventures fan boat tour at a special price, $35 (typically $55) we quickly jumped on the great oppurtunity and booked the 2pm tour. Six of the boys decided to go (putty layin pots, shueburt, choppas I & II, the Road Warrior, and Randy Gorson or was it Adam Swarson? Regardless of who's alter egos boarded the fan boat that day, they were in for an unbelievable experience. Our seasoned fan boat guide was a legend in his own right, 5'2 215 pounds of pure louisiana alligator arms and a barely understandable swamp dialect this guy new his alligator shit. We cruised the bayou through swamps, marshes, and bogs. We we were all lucky enough to see a half dozen American Alligators close as well as bass, mullet fish, herons and a multitude of other species. The highlight of the day was when a foolish girl was dumb enough to put her finger near the baby alligators mouth.(yeah we got to handle a baby freakin alligator) The cute little devil got a mouthfull of asian fillange. What was she thinking? We continue to wonder, did she think it was fake? Or his gaping mouth wouldn't close when she put her finger near it? Regardless we got a kick out of it.
Back in the french quarter doolbox and tbone enjoyed live music on the missippi, crawdads, and stopped in at the famous cafe du monde.
Saturday night was spent again boosecruising Bourban street, highlights included intoxicated women with no self respect embarrasing themselves, more hurricanes, and a great fight between a loud mouth initiator and a humble man. The humble man made quick work out of the loud mouth, 1 point for America.
Sunday: getting out of bed was again a task but the boys were able to muster the strength and we departed at 12:06 with the road warrior taking the reins. After 407 miles (7 hours) behind the wheel he had to throw in the towel and hand it over to trudging steve.
We are currently 20 miles from our final destination, Dallas Texas. We will be arriving at our destination shortly. Wed like to thank everyone for their support! America is truly a beautiful country, and one worth fighting for.
Expect a full blog from the Shueys home with the best pictures from our journey! Their are truly some great ones.
I will leave you with alternative names we have come up with for the trip at different times when we got penisy.
The starvation tour
The celebacy tour
The dissapointment tour
The rip off tour
The verizon store tour
The automated teller machine tour
The appeasement tour
The vacancy tour
The no tip tour
Until next time,
God Bless America!
The Road Warrior over and out.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Friday, May 29, 2009
Random Notes from Henry at the Edge of the World
Greetings from the Liberty Bell (my name for the bus), this is Henry the self proclaimed MVP of the trip. I'm writing from the back of the bus seated in betweeen the Pootys (Pat and Adam) passing through Alabama sipping on a perfectly mixed Bloody Mary. This is my first post and I put together a random, somewhat incorehent, series of my thoughts.
ALABAMA:
I would first like to discuss the ways in which Alabama has dissappointed me. First the idiot subway girl didn't melt the cheese on my sandwich, mistake 1. Second, they charged Adam and I 20 cents each for empty cups, mistake 2. Lastly, the straw that broke the camels back was the 2 foot gummy snake. While a 2 ft gummy snake sounds unbelievable; the only flavors were cherry, green apple, and blue razberry (notice they arrogantly replaced the "sp"" with a "z", also not helping their cause) there was no strawberry. This last injustice was too much to bear. Mind you all of this occurred at the Oasis Pit Stop, so I apologize to the rest of Alabama for so few ruining the state. Maybe my expectations were too high, this being Forrest Gumps home state and all.
FRIED PICKLES:
While dining at Hooters last night I see on the menu "fried pckles", as you might imagine this boiled my blood with anger. I immiedelty was calling for the creator of fried pickles head, I was going to make him a hood ornament on the liberty bell. I couldn't believe the fat-ness of deep frying pickles? This was until I tried them... And realized fried pickles are actually a gift from Heaven. So instead of brutally murdering sed inventor I am nominating him supreme chancellor of the universe for heroics.
EDGE OF THE WORLD:
Last night after getting back from the bar I lead a charge to go swimming in the gulf. The loyal Tyler Brant and Tom Dooley were the only takers. This is a shame cuz it was one of the coolest things I ever did. Even thou it was 2 in the morning it was still about 80 degrees with a warm breeze and the crystal clear water was about 75 degrees, so it felt great. But the coolest part was the sky. There was no moon at all so the only light was from the city lights behind us. So where the horizon should have been it was pitch pitch black, couldn't tell where the water ended and the sky started. It really looked like we were at the edge of the world.
SOUTHERNS:
I am revoking the southern states right to tattoo themselves. Every idiot there had these stupid stars, crosses and tribal tattoos. This may in fact lead to a second succession, in which case I say let them go. The only thing that we need from them is Sonic and Waffle house. I know Luke is punching the wall while reading this since he couldnt be at Waffle House with us but I got the all star breakfast which was 2 eggs, hash browns, 2 sausages, toast, and a giant waffle all for a whooping $6. Mind you one time I got a chicken wrap and gatorade at the Hofstra deli for $11.
SWAMPS AND GATORS:
Every collection of water on the side of the road, no matter how small or large, Sean Lucas starts screamming to stop and starts screaming how he sees an alligator. Of course everything Sean believes to be a gator turns out to be a stick or log. I had a gator spotting shout out myself but it was in fact a duck... This was a devasting blow to my reputation.
Well we just got into Mississippi and I am hoping they do not commit the cardinal sins of a certain other state.
OVER AND OUT
ALABAMA:
I would first like to discuss the ways in which Alabama has dissappointed me. First the idiot subway girl didn't melt the cheese on my sandwich, mistake 1. Second, they charged Adam and I 20 cents each for empty cups, mistake 2. Lastly, the straw that broke the camels back was the 2 foot gummy snake. While a 2 ft gummy snake sounds unbelievable; the only flavors were cherry, green apple, and blue razberry (notice they arrogantly replaced the "sp"" with a "z", also not helping their cause) there was no strawberry. This last injustice was too much to bear. Mind you all of this occurred at the Oasis Pit Stop, so I apologize to the rest of Alabama for so few ruining the state. Maybe my expectations were too high, this being Forrest Gumps home state and all.
FRIED PICKLES:
While dining at Hooters last night I see on the menu "fried pckles", as you might imagine this boiled my blood with anger. I immiedelty was calling for the creator of fried pickles head, I was going to make him a hood ornament on the liberty bell. I couldn't believe the fat-ness of deep frying pickles? This was until I tried them... And realized fried pickles are actually a gift from Heaven. So instead of brutally murdering sed inventor I am nominating him supreme chancellor of the universe for heroics.
EDGE OF THE WORLD:
Last night after getting back from the bar I lead a charge to go swimming in the gulf. The loyal Tyler Brant and Tom Dooley were the only takers. This is a shame cuz it was one of the coolest things I ever did. Even thou it was 2 in the morning it was still about 80 degrees with a warm breeze and the crystal clear water was about 75 degrees, so it felt great. But the coolest part was the sky. There was no moon at all so the only light was from the city lights behind us. So where the horizon should have been it was pitch pitch black, couldn't tell where the water ended and the sky started. It really looked like we were at the edge of the world.
SOUTHERNS:
I am revoking the southern states right to tattoo themselves. Every idiot there had these stupid stars, crosses and tribal tattoos. This may in fact lead to a second succession, in which case I say let them go. The only thing that we need from them is Sonic and Waffle house. I know Luke is punching the wall while reading this since he couldnt be at Waffle House with us but I got the all star breakfast which was 2 eggs, hash browns, 2 sausages, toast, and a giant waffle all for a whooping $6. Mind you one time I got a chicken wrap and gatorade at the Hofstra deli for $11.
SWAMPS AND GATORS:
Every collection of water on the side of the road, no matter how small or large, Sean Lucas starts screamming to stop and starts screaming how he sees an alligator. Of course everything Sean believes to be a gator turns out to be a stick or log. I had a gator spotting shout out myself but it was in fact a duck... This was a devasting blow to my reputation.
Well we just got into Mississippi and I am hoping they do not commit the cardinal sins of a certain other state.
OVER AND OUT
Notes from the road:
Sorry for the delay you great americans. "Road Warrior" and "Choppa Henry" here writing you from interstate 10 passing through the town of bagdad, no shit. "woad rarrior" (steven prifte) at the helm barreling down the hot tarmac of florida and dissmantling road terrorists (liberals in hybrids) at every chance. Doolbox driver side jamming taylor swifts greatest hits, while tbone is chatting it up with shuebert who is battling a tremendous hangover, please send your support. Randy gorson and patty laying pots are holding down the rear.
Where to begin? Well "the flying dutchvan" departed the bay house at 4am tues 5/26, in order to kick the shit out of the day, and get to myrtyle beach as early as possible. The weather was snotty blowing 15 to 20, rain and 5-10 footers coming at the bow. This would be no three hour tour. But a new pilot was at the helm and eager to prove his worth, "the woad rorrior" steven prifte for short laid the throttles down and drove on through the morning with "road warrior" copiloting and navigating in his starboard side fitness ball chair. We arrived in myrtyle beach at 1:15 after a heart pounding 491 miles of road. "woad rarrior" had to be pried from his seat to use the bathroom.
Myrtyle beach: we set up in a beautiful hotel on the beach. Quickly ran to the sand and hit the water for an afternoon of body surfing and cocktails. For the evening we headed to a doolbox favorite "dueling pianos" and were treated to some great music. We decided to sleep in and departed at 11:45. Shuebert would take the helm for his debut appearance as freedom tour captain, shuebert logged 230 miles to savannah georgia, as soon as we hit the historic streets of Savannah we new we had to stay. Plus a much needed shower was in order after the sweaty haul from s.c. The night in savannah was uneventful less a great meal, a stroll on the town, and being chased down by a 250 pound coked up meathead who accused us of a boched stabbing.
5/28: the freedom tour departed savanna at 7 am behind the leadership of none other than "the road "warrior" himself. Old glory took a big risk by not taking the suggested route of 95 to jacksonville then across to 10 to get to panama city. Instead opting to take the rural 84 across georgia, much to our delight. The ride was spectacular with the boys pointing out awsome swamps where we could definitely hunt gators, the ever beautiful spanish moss, and great americans.
The freedom tour pulled into panama city fla around 2:45pm after 395 miles of precission from yours truly. After finding a hotel we ran straight into the beautifully clear and warm gulf waters. Hung out in the water all afternoon and sipped on bloody marys, compliments to putty layin' pots for his barkeeping tips. We grabbed a bite a tooters and had to shake off the waitresses with a stick, the boys enjoyed a night on the town and were able to sleep in before the "woad rorrior" would take the helm to new orleans. The big red white and blue is currently cruising through alabama on route 10 and just past the exit for bayou labatry. I will leave you with notable qoutes from the road.
"ill keep my money my guns my freedom my faith you can keep the change" -a true Americans bumper sticky"
"don't listen to the guy who wrote a book about walking a mile, listen to the guy who walked a mile" -drunkard coach evans
"I'm old enough to rip your legs from your hips" -anonymous
"yall motherf*ckers try to stab me?" -drunk meat head
Reply: "No sir" -putty
Till next time, God Bless America
-Road Warrior over and out
Woap, just entered mississippi!!
Coming up a blog from "choppa keith". Keiths complaining corner
Where to begin? Well "the flying dutchvan" departed the bay house at 4am tues 5/26, in order to kick the shit out of the day, and get to myrtyle beach as early as possible. The weather was snotty blowing 15 to 20, rain and 5-10 footers coming at the bow. This would be no three hour tour. But a new pilot was at the helm and eager to prove his worth, "the woad rorrior" steven prifte for short laid the throttles down and drove on through the morning with "road warrior" copiloting and navigating in his starboard side fitness ball chair. We arrived in myrtyle beach at 1:15 after a heart pounding 491 miles of road. "woad rarrior" had to be pried from his seat to use the bathroom.
Myrtyle beach: we set up in a beautiful hotel on the beach. Quickly ran to the sand and hit the water for an afternoon of body surfing and cocktails. For the evening we headed to a doolbox favorite "dueling pianos" and were treated to some great music. We decided to sleep in and departed at 11:45. Shuebert would take the helm for his debut appearance as freedom tour captain, shuebert logged 230 miles to savannah georgia, as soon as we hit the historic streets of Savannah we new we had to stay. Plus a much needed shower was in order after the sweaty haul from s.c. The night in savannah was uneventful less a great meal, a stroll on the town, and being chased down by a 250 pound coked up meathead who accused us of a boched stabbing.
5/28: the freedom tour departed savanna at 7 am behind the leadership of none other than "the road "warrior" himself. Old glory took a big risk by not taking the suggested route of 95 to jacksonville then across to 10 to get to panama city. Instead opting to take the rural 84 across georgia, much to our delight. The ride was spectacular with the boys pointing out awsome swamps where we could definitely hunt gators, the ever beautiful spanish moss, and great americans.
The freedom tour pulled into panama city fla around 2:45pm after 395 miles of precission from yours truly. After finding a hotel we ran straight into the beautifully clear and warm gulf waters. Hung out in the water all afternoon and sipped on bloody marys, compliments to putty layin' pots for his barkeeping tips. We grabbed a bite a tooters and had to shake off the waitresses with a stick, the boys enjoyed a night on the town and were able to sleep in before the "woad rorrior" would take the helm to new orleans. The big red white and blue is currently cruising through alabama on route 10 and just past the exit for bayou labatry. I will leave you with notable qoutes from the road.
"ill keep my money my guns my freedom my faith you can keep the change" -a true Americans bumper sticky"
"don't listen to the guy who wrote a book about walking a mile, listen to the guy who walked a mile" -drunkard coach evans
"I'm old enough to rip your legs from your hips" -anonymous
"yall motherf*ckers try to stab me?" -drunk meat head
Reply: "No sir" -putty
Till next time, God Bless America
-Road Warrior over and out
Woap, just entered mississippi!!
Coming up a blog from "choppa keith". Keiths complaining corner
Monday, May 25, 2009
The Seacrets Fiasco
After a lovely day Saturday the boys tidied up and prepared for a night out in Ocean City, Md. Our destination: Seacrets our Pilot: Chris Prifte (Legend). We arrived at Seacrets with high hopes, hearing that it is one of the most insane bar/clubs on the East Coast. The Freedom Tour was not to be dissapointed, the establishment was obnoxiously large and crowded. From the moment Steve Prifte screamed, "Swine Flu!!!" on line to get into the bar to a gaggle of 15 people walking down Route 1 shouting the National Anthem at 3:00 am, we had a great time. Our good fortune would quickly turn to bad luck when it became nearly impossible to find a cab back across the Delaware boarder. Genivieve Prifte was forced to call the Legend himself to pick us up, within 30 seconds Mr. Prifte was there in "Old Glory" and we were on our way. Two miles from home an ominous ticking sound began to resonate from the front left quadrant of the bus...Then BANG! We blew a tire. Mr. Prifte quickly steered the beast into a parking lot where it had to lay till first light. First thing next morning the Legend was on the ball along with the help of "Road Warrior" and "Shueburt" to remedy or misfortune. We quickly found an open tire center that just happened to have our rubber in stock. We jacked up "Old Glory" threw on the new wheel and were departing the Prifte residence by 3:00pm.
The drive to The brant house was spectacular as we enjoyed the best scenery the D-Ware countryside had to offer. As soon as we arrived we were again greeted with frosty cocktails courtesy of Mr. Brants (legend II) Kegerator. After a beautiful evening boating on the bay we headed out for a night on the town in Annopolis. We are currently enjoying the Brant Family's beautiful bayside abode, and plan to depart early tuesday morning for the long haul to South Carolina
Till next time, God Bless America!!!
Road Warrior over and out.
P.S. A very special thanks to the tremendous hospitiality of the Prifte and Brant clans. We truly appreciate you holding us up in your beautiful homes.
The drive to The brant house was spectacular as we enjoyed the best scenery the D-Ware countryside had to offer. As soon as we arrived we were again greeted with frosty cocktails courtesy of Mr. Brants (legend II) Kegerator. After a beautiful evening boating on the bay we headed out for a night on the town in Annopolis. We are currently enjoying the Brant Family's beautiful bayside abode, and plan to depart early tuesday morning for the long haul to South Carolina
Till next time, God Bless America!!!
Road Warrior over and out.
P.S. A very special thanks to the tremendous hospitiality of the Prifte and Brant clans. We truly appreciate you holding us up in your beautiful homes.
Notes from the Road: Road Warrior in for the long haul
The flying dutchvan departed sunny hempstead 4:19 pm friday May 22nd 2009. Memorial weekend traffic was anticipated and "The Road Warrior" (Sean Lucas) was in for the long haul. Traffic as expected was rough on the Belt Parkway, Staten Island Expressway, and parts of delaware but "The Flying Dutchvan" ate up whatever we could throw at it. "Doolbox" manned the stereo with unprecedented poise and solid portfolio of classics including "500 Miles" by The Proclaimers and"Club Love" by Taylor Swift and Usher. The last minute roof rack tie-down served as a volleyball net for the boys on the way down, Let's just say things got intense. "Doolbox" started a tallie of all the nods, thumbs up, and honks the bus is receives as it treverses the land of the free. Delaware holds a strong lead, as the Delwarians cheered on the The Freedom Tour with timely precision and valor. True Americans here in the middle atlantic. Rolled into Dewey hot with the now well seasoned road warrior on point. Arriving at the Prifte residence we were greeted by Genivieve Prifte and an ample supply of "lax sodas" The night was concluded with a terrific game introduced by "Putty Loosebolt" known as "The Freedom Tour" and Peanut Butter and Jellie sandwiches. The next morning we were greated by the Prifte's and Legends Bob McGrath and John Michael Tenet. We spent the day on the beach, eating crabs, and drinking cocktails.
Till next time, God Bless America!
"The Road Warrior"
P.S. Road Warrior logged 7 hours and 26 minutes (251 miles) at the helm down to Delaware
Till next time, God Bless America!
"The Road Warrior"
P.S. Road Warrior logged 7 hours and 26 minutes (251 miles) at the helm down to Delaware
Thursday, May 21, 2009
A day late
We have had a slight set back in our departure, we are no longer heading out east to start our trip. We are going to start from Hofstra on Friday which has turned out to be a good thing. Shuey and Debolt had a chance to buy a new stereo for the bus and we were able to try and paint some more on the bus. We are now looking forward to a BBQ tonight at the Lucas house and heading out to Delaware tomorrow. Dooley has informed everyone that packing his bag was the hardest part of the process since packing space is limited. That is all for now.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
NEW Itinerary
Our plans have changed slightly as many people could not leave until friday.
We now plan to depart from Hofstra on Friday, May 22nd on route to the Prifte house in Delaware.
The entire holiday weekend will be spent here and at the Brant's bay house.
Day 5 will be an early morning as we have a long drive to Myrtle Beach. Day 6 will be spent sipping cocktails on the beach and then hittin the town that night.
Day 7 will be filled with many more miles on the road as we head to HOTlanta (Atlanta). Only 1 night out in Georgia then its on to Panama City, Florida the next morning.
We will explore Florida's finest the next day then get an early start on day 9 towards New Orleans.
We will spend 2 days here and leave on day 11 bright and early.
The next stop will Dallas, Texas at the Shuey residence. Once we have reached our destination we will log many hours in the pool with a few choice beverages.
**All plans are subject to change without notice!
Monday, May 18, 2009
Profiles
Tommy Shuey
Hometown: Dallas, Texas
Age: 23
Favorite Food: Cheeseburger
Status: Recent Grad - Finance major - Unemployed (need job)
Sean Lucas
Hometown: Oceanside, New York
Age: 21
Favorite Food: Cheeseburger
Status: Student at Hofstra
Tommy Dooley
Hometown: Yorktown, New York
Age: 22
Favorite Food: Anything seafood or Pizza
Status: Recent Grad -Fireman
Adam Swarsen
Hometown: Denver, Colorado
Age: 22
Favorite Food: Anything Italian
Status: Recent Grad -Returning to play 5th year of lacrosse
Pat Debolt
Hometown: Waterloo, New York
Age: 22
Favorite Food: Cheeseburger
Status: Student/Coach
Keith Prifte
Hometown: Shamong, New Jersey
Age: 22
Favorite Food: Crabs
Status: Recent Grad - Finance major - Unemployed (need job)
Steve Prifte
Hometown: Shamong, New Jersey
Age: 22
Favorite Food: Crabs
Status: Student returning for 5th year to play football
Hometown: Dallas, Texas
Age: 23
Favorite Food: Cheeseburger
Status: Recent Grad - Finance major - Unemployed (need job)
Sean Lucas
Hometown: Oceanside, New York
Age: 21
Favorite Food: Cheeseburger
Status: Student at Hofstra
Tommy Dooley
Hometown: Yorktown, New York
Age: 22
Favorite Food: Anything seafood or Pizza
Status: Recent Grad -Fireman
Adam Swarsen
Hometown: Denver, Colorado
Age: 22
Favorite Food: Anything Italian
Status: Recent Grad -Returning to play 5th year of lacrosse
Pat Debolt
Hometown: Waterloo, New York
Age: 22
Favorite Food: Cheeseburger
Status: Student/Coach
Keith Prifte
Hometown: Shamong, New Jersey
Age: 22
Favorite Food: Crabs
Status: Recent Grad - Finance major - Unemployed (need job)
Steve Prifte
Hometown: Shamong, New Jersey
Age: 22
Favorite Food: Crabs
Status: Student returning for 5th year to play football
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