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The day started early for Party Fish. He had to wake up at 5 am to board a plane bound for the states. This was not an easy task for the little one as he was out late the night before hanging out with some Mexican hotties. Early or not, he smiled like a little kid because he knew what the end of his journey would be. |
The plane left Mexico on time at an early, early 7 a.m.
2 and a half hours later we landed in Houston, Texas where we were detained by customs just long enough to miss the flight to Michigan. We sat in the grand Bush International Airport for the next two hours and scoped out all the spring break girls returning to college. Not a bad way to spend two hours. |
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6:30 pm and we are now traveling down I-75 toward home. The Party Fish was so excited he started to swim all over the truck like a mad man, because he knew the days travel was almost done. |
| 7:15 p.m. and the Party Fish is being all goofy again, because I had just told him I bought some software to help me with my Spanish. He said to me, "That's showing some initiative. Now get in the damn truck there is drinking to be done." So I said to him, "Ok." |
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Finally we arrive home and the Party Fish makes himself comfortable talking to the other fish at my house while I unpacked some essential items, mainly a bottle of Don Julio. |
| Getting overly excited, Party Fish decided he was going to sneak a drink in the truck while we were on our way to the Fiesta de Intoxicato. After a stern scolding, he told me to "Shut Up and get to driving". I wasn't going to take that so I threatened to string him up like a piņata. He quickly fell silent and sulked for a minute. Then he cheered up, and smiled that loveable smile again. |
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Finally at the party our little friend was in his element, and got ready to do some drinking. |
| Being the good Party Fish that he is the little guy started to make some friends. Here he is posing with Becca. |
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Party fish started to get to friendly with Becca so my friend Ted had to step in and tell him not be hitting on other peoples girlfriends. |
| The Party Fish was a little embarrassed, apologized, and decided to pour these fine individuals a drink of freshly imported Tequila. Everyone was happy. |
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Here the Party Fish started to "Rock Out" in the kitchen with some new found friends. |
| Here the Party Fish was having a deep conversation with Casey about the differences and similarities between Rap and Heavy Metal music. They both came to an understanding that they both kick ass. So, Casey said "Rock On Party Fish!" |
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As the night wound down, we caught the Party Fish with a dirty little tramp and had to rescue his drunk ass from doing something he might regret. That was a close call. |
| The host of the Fiesta de Intoxicato, my good friend Chris, gives Party Fish the thumbs up on knowing when to say when. But..... |
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As soon as Chris left, the little guy drank like a fish and passed out in a pile of his own beverages. Oh Party Fish, you'll never learn will you. |
Well, I managed to wake the Party Fish and headed home. It was about 7:30 a.m. and it had been a long day of traveling, drinking, and partying. It was very cold and the Party Fish just wanted to thank me for lending him my hat and showing him a great time.
Now it was time for sleep.
Peace and Love, Scott
Rock On, Party Fish! |
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