this morning #993.

this morning, we set out for the west coast a little later than planned. i still expect to be in vegas by early evening though. we only have one night there. one night to get our drink on. get some girls. get in some gambling. get down. one big night on the town. i’m glad he relented & let me drive this leg of the trip. when i’m hungover, i can’t be trusted to do much of anything, let alone pilot a vehicle on the highway. he’s far better at keeping it together after a night out. he’ll be able to party his redneck ass off tonight & then get us the rest of the way to monterey tomorrow. all i’ll have to do is DJ, nurse an enormous coffee & figure out how the hell we’ll handle things once we reach monterey.