So last weekend I went to Corpus Christi, Texas, United States of America.
My new friends Brandon and Katie thought it would be in our best interest to hit the Gulf Coast, seeing as we’re only 3 hours away, and get a feel for the warm waves and the sandy beaches. So we piled into the car with our buddy Alex and headed for Corpus Christi.
There were many signs that it was a bad choice.
|The essence of Corpus Christi, TX.|
I had gotten the impression beforehand from some of my friends who are Texas natives that maybe it isn’t so fun to go to Corpus Christi. I wasn’t sure why, but they all sounded remarkably confused when we mentioned our trip and I thought they were all just being haters.
They said things like,
“Corpus Christi? Why?”
“Make sure you pick up lots of pretty needles from the beach for me!”
|More of the essence of Corpus Christi, TX.|
“Oh hell no, I’m not going with you!”
And yeah, these were real signs. Cuz, see, it turns out there was and is a reason Texans don’t go to Corpus Christi.
It turns out that Corpus Christi, Texas, is the shit hole of the universe.
There is much to tell, so for now I’ll leave you with these couple of images.
Stay tuned for news of prostitutes, drug use, late-night pizza delivery, swimming challenges, and margaritas so bad they had to be returned (is it possible? Oh yes, yes it is!). And that was all within the course of 3 hours.
*Just one of many interesting facts about Corpus Christi.