We started the day in the usual fashion, with a stupidly over large breakfast this time at McDonalds... Marcus went back for three McMuffins in total (what a fat fanny). Then we headed up to the ski resort of diamond peaks via Carson City (don't ask) and after several hours of deliberating we weighed up the monetry cost, the time cost and the cost of looking like fools on the slopes we decided not to do it. So we were left with the rest of the day to find things to do. We were driving back to the hotel when we came accross a viewing area for Lake Tahoe. We managed to work our way down to the shore of the lake where there were big boulders. The lake was freezing but we all had a good time waching Marcus being a monkey man jumping from one to the other waiting for him to fall in to the freezing lake, which he didn't (I guess some wishes never come true).
After the lake we found that the tattoo shop was closed we came accross the biggest and craziest crazy golf course. All went well around the first of the course of 18 holes so we decided to play the big 28 hole course, what a great idea that was. On the 19h hole (porky pig) James was writing down the scores and it got to what Rob had putted on, he said 3, Marcus said it was 4. All hell broke loose. Arguments between Rob and Marcus that have all turned friendly now, but we still have to joke on if it was a 3 or a 4 (it went down as a 3). Though forever more the incident will be known as golf-gate.
Anyway Rob ended up loosing the game and so had to buy dinner which turned out to be Taco Bell. James and Marcus went a bit crazy and ordered the Grande meals which have ten tacos in each and they proceded to eat 16 between them overall and kept the rest for later. El grande está loco!
We also discovered the welcome to South Lake Tahoe sign (hoorah).
Ended the day with Marcus and Rob in bed by about 7 so myself and James decided give them some privacy (see pic) and go have a drink around 9:30 only to find out that all the bars near us close at 9. No joke they close at 9! We ended up walking about 45 minutes to the Hard Rock Cafe to have a quick beer (and gamble) and ending up buying more hard rock tshirts.
We started the day in the usual fashion, with a stupidly over large breakfast this time at McDonalds... Marcus went back for three McMuffins in total (what a fat fanny). Then we headed up to the ski resort of diamond peaks via Carson City (don't ask) and after several hours of deliberating we weighed up the monetry cost, the time cost and the cost of looking like fools on the slopes we decided not to do it. So we were left with the rest of the day to find things to do. We were driving back to the hotel when we came accross a viewing area for Lake Tahoe. We managed to work our way down to the shore of the lake where there were big boulders. The lake was freezing but we all had a good time waching Marcus being a monkey man jumping from one to the other waiting for him to fall in to the freezing lake, which he didn't (I guess some wishes never come true).
After the lake we found that the tattoo shop was closed we came accross the biggest and craziest crazy golf course. All went well around the first of the course of 18 holes so we decided to play the big 28 hole course, what a great idea that was. On the 19h hole (porky pig) James was writing down the scores and it got to what Rob had putted on, he said 3, Marcus said it was 4. All hell broke loose. Arguments between Rob and Marcus that have all turned friendly now, but we still have to joke on if it was a 3 or a 4 (it went down as a 3). Though forever more the incident will be known as golf-gate.
Anyway Rob ended up loosing the game and so had to buy dinner which turned out to be Taco Bell. James and Marcus went a bit crazy and ordered the Grande meals which have ten tacos in each and they proceded to eat 16 between them overall and kept the rest for later. El grande está loco!
We also discovered the welcome to South Lake Tahoe sign (hoorah).
Ended the day with Marcus and Rob in bed by about 7 so myself and James decided give them some privacy (see pic) and go have a drink around 9:30 only to find out that all the bars near us close at 9. No joke they close at 9! We ended up walking about 45 minutes to the Hard Rock Cafe to have a quick beer (and gamble) and ending up buying more hard rock tshirts.
Rob looks like an innocent little boy teehee :>
ReplyDeleteit was almost certainly a 4. or 24.
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