Here We Go!

Before boarding "The Chiva", we had a election for "MISSion Congeniality". The award went to Chantelle and rightfully so. She was a breathe of fresh air. After sashing her, and having her say a few words, we loaded the bus.

Now this was a bus you did not want "Shotgun" on. That would have put you in the Mariachi band's lap, and unless you have a thing for trumpets....

We have all now boarded the Chiva, the band strikes up a little ditty and off we go. Yippee!!

My friend Tom Crusse came up to me and said,"Is it just me, or does all this music sound alike"?

It was not just him, trust me. Okay, by about song 4 I was ready to get off "El Chiva".

I had a seat for the first few songs, but was swept away, not by the music mind you, but by some sugar free swilling party boy. I kept imagining "El Chiva" going up and down the streets in Annapolis as it was in Bucaramunga.

As our glow-in-the-dark bus continues its journey, the music got louder, people got sugar-freed up higher, started hanging out windows and then it was time to make our first stop. We pull in a little alcove where a white car was parked. Now, picture yourself in the backseat of your dad's car with Mr. Right(now),and this wild, mariachi band blaring, people hanging out, glow in the dark Chiva pulls in. All 60 of us pile out and continue the dancing all around the unsuspecting couple. Talk about birth control, that pretty much did the trick.

We stayed and danced here for about an hour. A bunch of the guys took some of the local Spanish moss and used it as a wig. Once the lipstick was applied, I thought we might have another vote for a new MISSter Congeniality. The party continues until our time comes to an end. Thank you baby Jesus. A few of the die-hards opted to be let off at a Disco, having a very early departure I decided to skip that party. We said our farewells and blared our way back to "The Club". I may have kissed the ground when we got there.