casual ultimate » 24 hours in fort lauderdale

we needed to get some material out of this trip so we made the ultimate sacrifice for the blog. we went for 24 hours without sleep (besides the occasional cat nap) to pack as much awesome into our first day as possible. heres how it broke down.

day 1, part un
daybreak : chicago. 4am the casual ultimate staff is up and getting ready for our trip to ohare. 510 am. we gave a rousing cheer for denardis when he sauntered up to us at the gate for our flight. 645 cat nap on plane. ms. ulty does unibomber impression. 10am touchdown in the fll and grab becky before heading to the house and waking up chucktown for scones and coffee. 1123 first trip to the pool with papa town, the cu staff, becky, denardis and chucktown. also in attendance were various residents and their visiting grandchildren. it reminded ms. ulty of her grandmothers pool in willmette what with the old people and whatnot. miss casual lost a game of marco polo to the biggest midget in the game. 1217 pulled pork time. thank you mamatown.

day 1, part deux
146: trip to walmart for sunglasses, towels, special ed sandals for denardis, high life, and best friend forever necklaces for the ladies. 228: cu staff tosses disc for first time in four months. we forgot how much we love this game (even though we were not technically playing a game). it felt good, real good to throw again. our admittedly fantastic skills made us realize we should rename the weekend team, from el camino to team extreme. now say ‘team extreme’ like ’shake and bake,’ with the wavey arm motion and finger pistols. you could do that 100 times and i wouldn’t get tired of it. it riles me up. because we’re doers and not thinkers, we’re going to spend the rest of the trip finding a place that will make us t-shirts that say ‘team extreme’ on the front and ‘to the max!’ on the back. preference is for hypercolor, but we’ll settle for airbrush with dolphins. here are some pictures of our first trip to the beach. denardis got his hat stuck in a palm tree trying to be a smartass and it required 3/5 of team extreme to extract it. then ms. ulty and d destroyed a little boy’s dreams, and his sand castle, and buried ms. ulty in sand. it was cozy.

day 1, part trois: interlude
604 pm: we get back to the house after driving around a bit. chucktown at the wheel was delirious from lack of sleep. 617 pm: we eat denardis’s body weight (playing weight) in beef fajitas and fresh guacamole. ms. ulty declares this best vacation ever. 7:14: showers and talladega nights. lainers came over around 9 and got us off the couch with mike’s help.

day 1, part quatre
1130: lainers leads us to coyote ugly; we owe her an apology for doubting her skills at finding a bar, because we end up at this awesome place with swinging bench seats overlooking a lagoon and a freight train route, but this place is frightening when you first drive up people. ms. ulty thought there was nothing but prostitutes and college boys on the streets, but apparently that’s the way they roll down here during spring break. jesus. 131 am: ferrari’s flight lands at fll, and the rest of team extreme heads to mardi gras. 213 am: all eight members of team extreme are together at the same swinging bench for the first time. we elect tucker rookie of the year for suggesting we drink a couple sparkers to get the party started. (note: the original five had already done this in the parking lot about 3 hours before. there are zero laws regarding alcohol consumption in florida; there actually might not be any laws at all, but lainers actually works for a judge so we know that to be false.) 247 am: discussion of whyte noise, the club immediately behind us. ask us about this one when we’re off the clock.

day 1, part cinq
318 am: c.u. staff gets margaritas made in their mouths at a bar called bricks, shortly before almost getting vomited upon by a total stranger. you’re going to have to go to the vip folder folder to see these pictures, because they’re going to get us kicked out of the miss america pageant. i motherfucking love this country. 357 am: we steal denardis for a minute, much to the dismay of his new dance partner, and flee from the scene. the gps system leads us straight to the mcdonald’s drive thru before heading home for the night. 423 am: sleep at last.

and that was only day 1. needless to say we bailed on any ultimate-related activities previously scheduled for saturday morning. just ask yourself this… what does the dolphin want?