2 Truths/1 Lie 1-24
Jan 24, 2009 7:23:27 GMT -5
Post by creepy on Jan 24, 2009 7:23:27 GMT -5
So, I thought I'd bring this back. For those of you not familiar with Two Truths and a Lie, it's simple. I'll tell two truths and I'll tell one lie. Which are the two truths and which is the lie? Feel free to add your own. I'll reveal the answer in a week.
Before I start, let me say that I did indeed travel to Anchorage, Alaska 3 separate times from 2002 - 2006. A dear friend of mine joined the Coast Guard after 9/11 and was stationed in Anchorage for a few years. I went in August of '02, Thanksgiving of '02 and December of '06 for his wedding. This is pertinent because all three of my stories have to do with traveling to, being at, or traveling from Alaska. But only one is made up. Guess which one! The poll answer is for the Lie.
1: Traveling to Alaska. August of '02.
So, I decided to travel to see my buddy Bill (Real name: Brad) in the summer of 2002. I had just moved to Galveston and he had just moved to Anchorage as part of the Coast Guard. He signed up the day after 9/11 because he was one of those punks that always said "Fuck War, but if they ever step foot on our soil...... I'll join up" Planes into buildings prompted him to help defend this country, but not fight some oil war over seas that.......whatever. You get my point. So, I decided to visit him after he got settled in Anchorage. Is this first story 100% true or 100% false? YOU DECIDE!
So my roommate bnuts (Real name: Bryant) couldn't make the trip to see Bill because he couldn't get time off in the summer as an EMT in Galveston. But his girlfriend could. So she went to Alaska with me. Darcy (Real name: Darcy) wanted to see Alaska and didn't want bnuts' lameness to stop her so we bought tickets. And we went. And it was weird. We missed our connection in Detroit and ended up staying in that fucking airport for 8 hours. We read books, played I Spy, faked injury to ride an airport cart (Suckers), got tipsy at the bar (not a good idea when you're about to board a plane), ate authentic Detroit Mexican food (Again, not a good idea at the airport) bought a pack of cards, played cards until we found out there was no 5 of diamonds (WTF?), accidentally stole a pack of cigarettes, met what we assumed was a serial killer named Tompkins, called family and bnuts, listened to music, and bought porn and looked at it together. Awkward with my buddy's girl, either because it was her idea, or because it wasn't mine.............
We then sat on the runway for 2 hours before we left for Alaska. But we were diverted to Seattle with "potential problems" before finally switching planes there and proceeding to Anchorage. Total trip, 27 hours. Got a few boners, but that's another thing that I wouldn't consider a good idea whilst flying with your buddies chick. Also, it took us a day to recover from the traveling and boozing and anger. I was dejected. So, two days down the drain to see my buddy and visit God's Country.
2. Traveling From Alaska. November of '02.
So I visited my buddy Bill in Anchorage the week of Thanksgiving in 2002. I surprised him, actually. I wasn't working alot at the time and I applied and recieved in the mail and new credit card with a limit of $5,000. Suckers. So I bought a ticket for Anchorage two days before I left and surprised my buddy and had a swell time. Saw the Aurora Borealis and drank a shit load of booze and stuff. This story, however, deals with my trip home. This is either 100% true or 100% false. YOU DECIDE!
My flight from Anchorage to Minneapolis was delayed in Anchorage about an hour from some unknown condition making my connection too close for comfort. As a result, my luggage did not make it on the plane to Houston. When I arrived in Houston, I found out my luggage was god knows where and would be delivered to my house in Galveston at some point in the coming days. That was the least of my worries. In my haste to go to Alaska, I didn't book anybody to pick me up from Bush Intercontinental when I arrived late the night before Thanksgiving. My roommate bnuts got me up there, but I just figured I call somebody, anybody, for a ride home. Mistake #1. Since I didn't get in until after midnight, no one answered when I called. And the people who did were out of town for the holiday. I had a problem.
After debating my strategy for a few minutes, I decided I'd have to bite the bullet and rent a car for the 80 miles to get home. I boarded a Car Rental bus to an area about 5 miles from the airport that had 3 or 4 car rental places. Mistake #2. Everybody was sold out of cars due to the Holiday and I was pretty much shit out of luck at every car rental place I went to. I was told either, A) There were no cars available at all or B) The only cars left were already reserved. I fought with everybody but was told to basically fuck off everywhere I went. I was dejected.
So I did what any moron would do in my situation. I walked back to the airport. In the mist. I kept thinking of cold November Rain as I treked the 5 miles in the early morning hours with my carry on and heavy brown corduroy coat. Never saw a car rental bus the whole trek back. When I got back to the airport, I waited for another bus to take me anywhere that I could rent a car. One finally showed up and I entered some creepy looking guy's bus in the early morning hours. Mistake #3. This guy from the get-go told me that there were no cars at Avis and I was wasting my time. I told him I didn't care. He told me I was better off at the airport than Avis. I told him I didn't care. He let me on. While I was riding, I noticed something pretty peculiar: The bus driver didn't have a picture or name where his picture and name should have been. And he couldn't drive a bus for shit. I about crapped my pants. I somehow made it off the bus, mumbled a "thanks" and high tailed it the fuck off that bus.
I got to Avis in one piece and got one of the last cars they had. A small Mistubishi that cost me over $140 dollars to rent for a day. And the shitty thing was that the nearest place to return it was at Houston Hobby Airport which is about a 45 minute drive from Galveston. I luckily had a ride home from that from the girl I was kinda banging. She also almost got us killed on the way home from the Avis at Hobby.
I got my luggage 3 days after I got home.
3: Being in Alaska. December of '06.
So my buddy Bill got married in December of 2006. I loved the weather and everything about Alaska in the Winter (Of course, I didn't have to drive anywhere and my buddy's condo had a heated underground parking lot). What happened for this story happened while I was in Anchorage visiting my buddy shortly before his wedding. This is either 100% true or 100% false. YOU DECIDE!
So a few days before my buddy got married, he was supposed to have dinner and visit with his brides family from out of town. I felt weird hanging on when it was all family and decided to stay at his condo. No one was home and we had rented Smackdown VRS Raw and he had cable (I, at this point, didn't have cable TV, so this was pretty cool.) After a few hours of drinking, playing WWE, and watching MXC, I decided I needed a shower. His bathroom only had a jacuzzi tub. His roommate was some chick that basically lived with her boyfriend and was never home. Easy choice. I went with the shower (Tubs kind of freak me out).
So I get in the shower and pull the handle to let the water proceed from the shower head and the water pressure is pretty weak. So I pull it out a little more. I pulled the motherfucker all the way out and water starts shooting out from the faucet handle! And it's coming out at a ferocious speed! I'm naked and trying to get this knob back in by putting all of the parts together. I'm fumbling around in the tub trying to grab the parts and I can't see shit because when I bend over, the water is shooting me in the face with it's high-ass pressure (That part sounds really homosexual). No dice. Can't put it together. I try to scoop water out with a bucket and pour it into the toilet and sink. It's still coming out faster than what I thought was possible. I try to fix the faucet handle again and fail at doing so. I decide to get dressed in my boxers and my undershirt in case anybody came home. I proceed to dump water into the toilet. The floor is soaked and almost an inch of water is covering the floor. I find every towel in the condo and place them frantically on the floor of the bathroom and by now the floor of the roommate chick as her carpet is getting all kinds of wet. I am dejected.
I hear voices. My buddy is back with his soon to be wife, his parents, and his sister. When I go to the kitchen where they are conversing I'm in my boxers and a white, wet t-shirt and say: "I got this problem. Bill, c'mere". He giggles, as does the whole family, but ceases to giggle when he sees the root of my problem. Long story short (Too late, I know), his dad finally finds the water valve to shut off for the condo. I had no idea where this was located (In fact, I have no idea where it is in my apartment now). We don't have water for the rest of the time I'm there and his dad decides to fix the problem as he's a fixer-upper kind of guy (he won't accept my money as he says, "Actually, I've never had to do this, so thanks for the challenge." And he wasn't joking).
The people below were Army guys that used to fuck with Bill because he was just a Coastie, but he got the last laugh because they were in Iraq on a tour during all of this. Suckers.
So, which two are true, and which story is a fake? You got a week! Over/Under for guesses is 6.
Before I start, let me say that I did indeed travel to Anchorage, Alaska 3 separate times from 2002 - 2006. A dear friend of mine joined the Coast Guard after 9/11 and was stationed in Anchorage for a few years. I went in August of '02, Thanksgiving of '02 and December of '06 for his wedding. This is pertinent because all three of my stories have to do with traveling to, being at, or traveling from Alaska. But only one is made up. Guess which one! The poll answer is for the Lie.
1: Traveling to Alaska. August of '02.
So, I decided to travel to see my buddy Bill (Real name: Brad) in the summer of 2002. I had just moved to Galveston and he had just moved to Anchorage as part of the Coast Guard. He signed up the day after 9/11 because he was one of those punks that always said "Fuck War, but if they ever step foot on our soil...... I'll join up" Planes into buildings prompted him to help defend this country, but not fight some oil war over seas that.......whatever. You get my point. So, I decided to visit him after he got settled in Anchorage. Is this first story 100% true or 100% false? YOU DECIDE!
So my roommate bnuts (Real name: Bryant) couldn't make the trip to see Bill because he couldn't get time off in the summer as an EMT in Galveston. But his girlfriend could. So she went to Alaska with me. Darcy (Real name: Darcy) wanted to see Alaska and didn't want bnuts' lameness to stop her so we bought tickets. And we went. And it was weird. We missed our connection in Detroit and ended up staying in that fucking airport for 8 hours. We read books, played I Spy, faked injury to ride an airport cart (Suckers), got tipsy at the bar (not a good idea when you're about to board a plane), ate authentic Detroit Mexican food (Again, not a good idea at the airport) bought a pack of cards, played cards until we found out there was no 5 of diamonds (WTF?), accidentally stole a pack of cigarettes, met what we assumed was a serial killer named Tompkins, called family and bnuts, listened to music, and bought porn and looked at it together. Awkward with my buddy's girl, either because it was her idea, or because it wasn't mine.............
We then sat on the runway for 2 hours before we left for Alaska. But we were diverted to Seattle with "potential problems" before finally switching planes there and proceeding to Anchorage. Total trip, 27 hours. Got a few boners, but that's another thing that I wouldn't consider a good idea whilst flying with your buddies chick. Also, it took us a day to recover from the traveling and boozing and anger. I was dejected. So, two days down the drain to see my buddy and visit God's Country.
2. Traveling From Alaska. November of '02.
So I visited my buddy Bill in Anchorage the week of Thanksgiving in 2002. I surprised him, actually. I wasn't working alot at the time and I applied and recieved in the mail and new credit card with a limit of $5,000. Suckers. So I bought a ticket for Anchorage two days before I left and surprised my buddy and had a swell time. Saw the Aurora Borealis and drank a shit load of booze and stuff. This story, however, deals with my trip home. This is either 100% true or 100% false. YOU DECIDE!
My flight from Anchorage to Minneapolis was delayed in Anchorage about an hour from some unknown condition making my connection too close for comfort. As a result, my luggage did not make it on the plane to Houston. When I arrived in Houston, I found out my luggage was god knows where and would be delivered to my house in Galveston at some point in the coming days. That was the least of my worries. In my haste to go to Alaska, I didn't book anybody to pick me up from Bush Intercontinental when I arrived late the night before Thanksgiving. My roommate bnuts got me up there, but I just figured I call somebody, anybody, for a ride home. Mistake #1. Since I didn't get in until after midnight, no one answered when I called. And the people who did were out of town for the holiday. I had a problem.
After debating my strategy for a few minutes, I decided I'd have to bite the bullet and rent a car for the 80 miles to get home. I boarded a Car Rental bus to an area about 5 miles from the airport that had 3 or 4 car rental places. Mistake #2. Everybody was sold out of cars due to the Holiday and I was pretty much shit out of luck at every car rental place I went to. I was told either, A) There were no cars available at all or B) The only cars left were already reserved. I fought with everybody but was told to basically fuck off everywhere I went. I was dejected.
So I did what any moron would do in my situation. I walked back to the airport. In the mist. I kept thinking of cold November Rain as I treked the 5 miles in the early morning hours with my carry on and heavy brown corduroy coat. Never saw a car rental bus the whole trek back. When I got back to the airport, I waited for another bus to take me anywhere that I could rent a car. One finally showed up and I entered some creepy looking guy's bus in the early morning hours. Mistake #3. This guy from the get-go told me that there were no cars at Avis and I was wasting my time. I told him I didn't care. He told me I was better off at the airport than Avis. I told him I didn't care. He let me on. While I was riding, I noticed something pretty peculiar: The bus driver didn't have a picture or name where his picture and name should have been. And he couldn't drive a bus for shit. I about crapped my pants. I somehow made it off the bus, mumbled a "thanks" and high tailed it the fuck off that bus.
I got to Avis in one piece and got one of the last cars they had. A small Mistubishi that cost me over $140 dollars to rent for a day. And the shitty thing was that the nearest place to return it was at Houston Hobby Airport which is about a 45 minute drive from Galveston. I luckily had a ride home from that from the girl I was kinda banging. She also almost got us killed on the way home from the Avis at Hobby.
I got my luggage 3 days after I got home.
3: Being in Alaska. December of '06.
So my buddy Bill got married in December of 2006. I loved the weather and everything about Alaska in the Winter (Of course, I didn't have to drive anywhere and my buddy's condo had a heated underground parking lot). What happened for this story happened while I was in Anchorage visiting my buddy shortly before his wedding. This is either 100% true or 100% false. YOU DECIDE!
So a few days before my buddy got married, he was supposed to have dinner and visit with his brides family from out of town. I felt weird hanging on when it was all family and decided to stay at his condo. No one was home and we had rented Smackdown VRS Raw and he had cable (I, at this point, didn't have cable TV, so this was pretty cool.) After a few hours of drinking, playing WWE, and watching MXC, I decided I needed a shower. His bathroom only had a jacuzzi tub. His roommate was some chick that basically lived with her boyfriend and was never home. Easy choice. I went with the shower (Tubs kind of freak me out).
So I get in the shower and pull the handle to let the water proceed from the shower head and the water pressure is pretty weak. So I pull it out a little more. I pulled the motherfucker all the way out and water starts shooting out from the faucet handle! And it's coming out at a ferocious speed! I'm naked and trying to get this knob back in by putting all of the parts together. I'm fumbling around in the tub trying to grab the parts and I can't see shit because when I bend over, the water is shooting me in the face with it's high-ass pressure (That part sounds really homosexual). No dice. Can't put it together. I try to scoop water out with a bucket and pour it into the toilet and sink. It's still coming out faster than what I thought was possible. I try to fix the faucet handle again and fail at doing so. I decide to get dressed in my boxers and my undershirt in case anybody came home. I proceed to dump water into the toilet. The floor is soaked and almost an inch of water is covering the floor. I find every towel in the condo and place them frantically on the floor of the bathroom and by now the floor of the roommate chick as her carpet is getting all kinds of wet. I am dejected.
I hear voices. My buddy is back with his soon to be wife, his parents, and his sister. When I go to the kitchen where they are conversing I'm in my boxers and a white, wet t-shirt and say: "I got this problem. Bill, c'mere". He giggles, as does the whole family, but ceases to giggle when he sees the root of my problem. Long story short (Too late, I know), his dad finally finds the water valve to shut off for the condo. I had no idea where this was located (In fact, I have no idea where it is in my apartment now). We don't have water for the rest of the time I'm there and his dad decides to fix the problem as he's a fixer-upper kind of guy (he won't accept my money as he says, "Actually, I've never had to do this, so thanks for the challenge." And he wasn't joking).
The people below were Army guys that used to fuck with Bill because he was just a Coastie, but he got the last laugh because they were in Iraq on a tour during all of this. Suckers.
So, which two are true, and which story is a fake? You got a week! Over/Under for guesses is 6.
