Founding members of the FFL prevention association

 We spent  Easter weekend in Grand Junction, CO with the Gardner family.
The hospitality and fun was BEYOND awesome!

Mike and Randy [pictured here in their "BROmance" moment],

reminisced of their glory days. 

 And when I say 'glory' I mean, "dork-nerd-dweeb-lame-flannel-walletchain-mullet-wranglers-dream of driving big rigs around the world" days.

Amie and I teased** about their youthful dreams, and made sure to let them know how lucky they were to have met us!  Because we all know, if they hadn't hooked up with us wild child chicks, the only nakee girl(s) they would have ever seen would have been the 'Snap-On' girl calendars hanging in the sleeper of their 18 wheeler!

That's when they both agreed and then Mike made the statement that they would have been FUCKED FOR LIFE if they hadn't married us!

Hence, the FFL founders turned FFL prevention advocates.

An FFL founder has the universal responsibility to advocate an FFL-free life.  They are encouraged to travel the small towns and publicly talk to the teen boys that look to be following the FFL path.  Maybe, just maybe,  Mike and Randy can be physical proof that there is a way out of FFL. 

All of the blood, sweat, tears and humiliation will be worth it even if only one young man's life is saved from being in the FFL curse.

**our dudes are so cool about the teasing....
their admission of dorkville is actually quite cute and makes me love them even more :)

Our stay with the Gardner's was short, but oh so sweet!

We always make the best of our time together.  

Our relationship is easy, accepting, stands the test of time, and fun loving.

The night before we had to leave, we went to our favorite Mexican Cantina for their famous "free pour" margaritas.

After drinking our own medium sized margarita, we ordered the jumbo glassful for all of us to share.

arriba! arriba! ay yi yi!!!!

This captured moment is called:

"It aint gonna suck itself".

I can't really tell you what happened after we sucked down the last drop, due to the fact that tequila affects me in the same way a roofie would.

Jolie+Tequila=Mexican Roofie

All that I remember from the rest of the evening is in bits and pieces which include:

~a hot tub with a jacket on

~climbing a washing machine

~tongs
~someone saying "call CSI, there's a crime scene in my pants!"

~bruises

~clothes flung on a rose bush

~waking up with drunken amnesia worried to look anyone in the eye

~a morning apology text to all who were drunk texted from us the night before!!!!

Yes, I had been warned about the effects of mass tequila consumption, but I'm one of those who enjoys learning everything the hard way.

And I will probably do it AGAIN because I also learn by repetition of self infliction.