Well, yes I know we are about to talk about Memorial weekend, but we needed this week to prep for it. It was..... there are no words. Well, there are words and they will follow. But figuratively, there are no words. And we doubt there will be many pictures that are blog worthy either.
We are starting to do a yearly (hopefully the Turps will never get sick of us) Memorial weekend trip to a great place called New Braunfels. We stay at the sick-nasty (in a good type of way) TbarM. It is Rob Dyrdek's Fantasy Factory relocated to Texas Hill Country. There are atvs, multiple pools, nearby rivers, great food, a blob, paintball guns, grass tennis courts, hook-and-ring, plenty of Lone Star, and multiple sporting opportunities at this Texas oasis.
{Everyone had these shirts, not just us two. It was bomb.}
Friday, we hitched a ride with Rob and Matt and began the frustrating journey down South. Traffic and construction turned an 8-hour drive into almost 9.5. Bummer dudes. The funny thing is that it happened last year as well {only it took us 10 last year} so needless to say it didn't make for much of a exciting ride. As soon as we got to TBarM {decked out in our neon tank tops, natch}, we were greeted by a Tippman 98 with a fully loaded hopper. Awesome. So our first Memorial Day action was getting shot by a paintball gun. Just getting reinitiated, that's all!
Saturday we awoke to these beauties....
After we all got up on Saturday we headed over to Casa de Turpin for some breakfast casserole. So clutch. We watched a little tennis, drank some water {hydration is crucial in the hot, New Braunfels' sun} and got our gear together for the floating that was due to take place. We were hooked up by Rusty's friend Jantzen with 13 tubes por gratis. It was awesome of him and really made the floating even better. We got onto the Comal and had a nice 4-hour float and got a nice bronze on. Well, some of us did. Some people got sunburnt too, but Rob probably got the worst. His shins and tops-of-the-feet looked like freshly boiled Maine crustacean. He actually had trouble walking, it was so bad.
Afterwards, we cleaned up and had a birthday party for Mrs. Turpin catered by Zac and Sarah Carroll {well, they graciously purchased the amazing fajitas at least}. The queso they got was just amazing. We probably consumed a gallon of queso, more maybe. More nighttime festivities began after the birthday party but it was somewhat subdued with the prospect of another full day in the sun on Sunday. Saturday finished with a chat session around the condo pool, and what a chat session it was.
On Sunday we woke up to more de-lish breakfast casserole. Afterward, we hung out a bit on the pristine grass tennis court before heading to the former-river-house-turned-club-foundation {a flood washed the home away last summer and now it's just a concrete slab with access to the Guadalupe river} owned by the Carrolls. It was a beautiful setup--shooting tennis balls out of a slingshot at passersby, chilling in folding chairs in the river, hitting tennis balls with golf clubs into the river, amongst the favored activities. Exhaustingly fun.
We cleaned up before our final evening at the ranch. Leftover fajitas and burgers were on the menu and they provided a crucial base for the night. Hook-and-ring competitions were in full-force and we even snuck in some rounds of moose on the ping pong table {moose was to be our ultimate downfall, thank you Rob}. The night ended less-spectatcularly than the day started, but everyone was just probably tired...
It truly was a great weekend {again} at TBarM. We're counting down the days until next year.
Also, sorry that CharMar wasn't mentioned once in this post. She'll be back soon, promise.
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