BEDA - April 8th

This lovely Wednesday has been....well, fairly fantastic. We have Friday off because of Easter, so we didn't do the garbage run today. We're doing it tomorrow instead, then taking a well-needed break on Friday. Mhmmmm, sleeping in.

My story for today is from a couple weeks ago...from my trip up to San Diego to hang out with Eli. I'm not even entirely sure if I'm allowed to tell this, but it seems like a good idea. What story isn't a good idea? Especially when it involves naked people? Don't worry...no pictures or other visual aid. Hahaha, which is ironic...and you'll find out why soon enough. Also, if you're not familiar with my trip to San Diego, scroll down, and read the other posts.

On the 19th of April, Eli and I met at the airport around 6, met my uncle and cousin, and then went out to dinner with them. We got done with dinner around 7:30-8:00-ish, and then headed to Point Loma (where we were staying) just after 8.
Once we got to my cousin's dorm, we started getting settled in, lovely stuff like that. My cousin's roommate has "storytime" at 10, so we were all getting ready for that. It's a huge deal on their floor. Like...they video tape it, they all settle around and intently listen to this guy, Gibbons, make up and tell a story right on the spot. Literally plans it out in his head while standing on the bed in front of us, and shares this multi-character, science-fiction drama/shooter/I-stopped-paying-attention-after-that-because-of-something-else. Why such a short attention span for an impressive, on-the-spot, story? Nakedness.
So, in this dorm hall, since it's all guys, they're very "open" about their...bodies, I guess? The guys just walk around naked all the time. One guy in particular. For privacy reasons, and so he doesn't come kill me, we'll just say his name is "Brendan" and he's famous on their floor for being, well, naked, as much as possible. And this night of Gibbon's story telling, he was as naked as ever. Comfortably sitting in the chair in front of us, gazing upon Gibbon's, taking in his story. My cousin had the great idea of grabbing his phone and taking a picture of Brendan. Brendan saw it, laughed, and asked him to delete it (which finally resulted in a little wrestling match), just in case, just to be safe. You know how fast those kind of things can get around these days. Literally, around the world in seconds. He's majoring in...well, something that can't be interrupted by leaked photos of him. Completely understandable. So, just to be awesome, my friend Eli quietly pulls out his own phone, and secretly takes a couple photos on Brendan, in all his glorious nakedness. No one noticed, he had the pictures, we were good to go.
Never did Eli plan on doing anything with them. It's just one of those times where we saw how he reacted to the first time, the first picture, so you do it again just to be awesome. To prove that you can without him noticing. I don't know, there is some recognition in that. And it was impressive, cause Eli was all sneaky like, pretending to be texting...but actually practicing for his photography class. Putting what he learned in class to work out int he real world. And come on, how many times have you heard about photography class dealing with naked models? Same thing. Brendan was basically asking for it by walking around naked, geez.
So, story time ends (thank goodness! We had some living to get back to), and the night goes on. It's like 11 by now, and we're all just chillaxin' around the dorm hanging out. Then my cousin, Eli, and I went down stairs to play ping-pong in the lounge. We played for quite awhile, talked about everything between the moon and BBQ sauce. Hanging out with Eli is bound to provide good talks daily. It's just going to happen, you can't help it. It's wonderful.
Midnight goes right by...1am comes around...and we're sitting in the lounge, half asleep, still discussing world peace and time travel. Suddenly, Brendan comes storming down he stairs, followed by an RD of the floor, AKA the man in charge. We figured he brought him with him so that it would be a peaceful exchange and that Eli would do as Brendan said. And Brendan was NOT happy. This guy is the happy-go-lucky guy of the floor, always smiling, being funny, telling jokes. When he's not happy...something's wrong. But, fortunately, when he came down the stairs, fuming, he was fully clothed. If he hadn't been, it would have quickly easily turned into a laughingfest.
Yes, you guessed it, Brendan had somehow heard about this picture Eli had of him and decided to get out of bed and come downstairs to yell at us. Let's just say, he was not a happy camper. After listening to Brendan's speech about how immature we were for taking that picture of him, he stood there while Eli deleted the pictures. He was just about in tears about the pictures. You could tell he was shaking. It was just so weird how he treated the whole situation, like we came to visit so we could get pictures of him and take over the Internet with them. No no. That was just a perk. No, just kidding, seriously, we were there to visit my cousin, and him waling around naked just so happened to be hilarious.
The next morning, we discovered that that the RD that came down with Brendan was actually there took keep Brendan from beating the crap out of Eli, to keep him from taking it farther than he'd already taken it. And, the night before, when Brendan first found out, he was going to call the cops on Eli. This RD had to convince him that he shouldn't do that. Brendan wasn't kidding around, he was literally going to call the cops at 1am on a stranger who took a picture of him while he willingly walked around. Really, Brendan? Really?
And, in case this didn't come across, this whole thing was just downright hilarious. We definitely had some good laughs over it. Just watching it all unfold was epic. The way Brendan handled it all. I guess you kinda had to be there. But, since you weren't, I thought I'd share it with you.

I don't know about you, but managing to get the cops on you within 5 hours of arriving somewhere is just utterly impressive, no matter how bad it is. How many people get the cops called on them in one lifetime?? What about within 5 hours of arriving at a Christian school?c Yeah? Not so much.

Again, it's tired out. The sun was surprisingly inaccurate most of today. Kevin was sick, so I worked with him later at the Bible Institute.

And last night, my brother sent me a couple of his songs...I'll give you an update on those when I'm not asleep. Sounds like a grand plan!

Adios!