Spokane was a blast!  Friends.  Bosses.  Debauchery.  Yes, altogether.  We had to give Justin the giant wave of a send off before he dives into Africa and goes Peacecorp on us.  I thought the driving would never end.  I was close to ripping out the radio and throwing it out the window if they played the "Don't Trust Me" or "Take a Ride on my Disco Stick" songs any more.  Pink and All American Rejects were my savior.  Oh and there was the dramatic Bay Watch run to jump and tackle my friends upon first sight, that made it all worth while.  And by dramatic, I mean the "dropped all of our possessions and literally ran towards each other on an open extensively long side walk, arms wide open when we noticed each other several yards away" dramatic.  We were only missing a wheat field for that last bit over the top-ness.  And when I say Bay Watch run, I mean we were both way out of shape and that was the longest hardest run we had done in months, and though our efforts were in full steam, we were both rejected by our muscles to which resulted in the awkward, puffed out chest,  hip swinging, slow-mo run.  It was pretty much amazing and surprisingly unscripted!  

Ya that's how I roll.  Impromptu, cheesy, with a side of awkward, but always topped with laughter.