little here, little there. spring fling, sausages, and dessert

myself, david, doni, alex, and liza all went to lubbock at the end of april for the annual spring fling volleyball tourney. we played like crap. it was hot. the wind never let up. the competition was good. i wish that i could say i had a bad time, but i didn't. it was fun. we cut loose, enjoyed the day. made some good teams struggle, made some bad teams look really good. hey, whatever we can do for the cause. that, and our mindset changed when we knew we would not win. if we lose early, we drink sooner. if lose late, we get to play more games. a win win situation no matter what. double elim and we lost in the semis of the winner's bracket, then in the semis of the losers bracket. good day of play.
nana made chicken enchiladas that night. they were so good. i had seconds. then she pulls out my most favorite dessert after we had all eaten like pigs. chocolate pudding, whipped cream, cookie crust with pecans. there was twice as much dessert as echiladas, and for good reason. doni, liza, and i all rearranged our stomachs to accomadate a little chocolate loving. it was worth not utilizing that top button.
we went drinking after that. we had fun. drink specials in college towns are always a bargain. we drank well and ealatively cheap. even after a long day, we still managed to close the place down. then, it was one of the reasons we all go to lubbock. the sausage guy. there is a stand on a street in the party district that sells sausages and bbq on buns or tortillas. these are hot, spicy, and oh so good at 2:30 in the morning. while we were there munching, some british guy and "his best friends girl" came walking up. he was giving us a hard time because we were eating sausage that i guess he equated to being gay. and these are the people that suck on fags and eat spotted dick. yeah, good one there buddy. everything was funny until "his best friends girl" approached alex like she wanted some of his 'sausage'. liza puts down her meal, steps in between, and changes "sista girl's" mind. i don't know if it was just how she said it, or the fact that liza was like a foot shorter than this girl and ready to punch her in her tits, but it was HILARIOUS. that was the talk for the rest of the weekend.
i almost forgot. when we did finally get home that night, doni, liza, and i had some more dessert. now this started in a 9X12 pan. when we were done sat night, there was enough for 3 more pieces. i awoke sunday morning to alex in the fridge. he was getting some dessert. 2 pieces left. i hurridly got up and sliced out a piece. 1 piece left, except that when i turned around, liza was munching on it. i am a nice guy. i try to be anyway. however i was mad because i did not cut 2 even pieces. mine/liza's was bigger. dang. i went to get the last piece, but knew doni would want some. i decided to be nice. i cut the piece in 2. then i put her piece on a plate in the back of the fridge, and threw the pan in the sink. about the time i sank into my bite, she came into the kitchen, happy and ready for some sweet breakfast. the look in her eyes was priceless as she gazed upon the empty pan in the sink. you could see she was dissappointed, irritated, mad, hungry. we let her mull for a while. she made some coffee and settled. about that time, nana brought the whole joke to a close by giving her the piece. she instantly beamed. happy times.
the ride home was a pain. no more comments, just sucked. that ride sucked all that fun i had out of me. just part of the adventure i guess. anyway, it was a good weekend in hindsight. fun times.