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| 6:00am (CST) |
The jarring voices of two DJs woke
me up from my beauty sleep. Both girls looked extremely groggy and
as I had surmised, they both decided to reset the alarm to go off
in 45 minutes. Bastards. |
| 6:45am |
Once again, sleeping fitfully this time, the voices were back.
No, you dinglebell, not in my head remember the radio alarm clock?
The oldest chick calls out, “Hurry, turn that thing off!”
I guess she had been dreaming that she was ordering a bean burrito
(no onions) for the sister at Taco Bell and she wanted to make sure
they heard the order. Riiiiight. I was also told that she dreamt that
Lee (the blood drinker) drained my innards dry. What a convoluted
mind she has. |
| 8:10am |
Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Where’s
the bleeping car, eh? I heard the girl car the valet service 25 minutes
ago. I approached the guy at the stand and he started laughing. I
guess Bean Burrito Girl told him the wrong number. I told him make,
model and about the cool tire cover and he fetched my conveyance home
right away. |
| 8:15am |
On our way. The car's interior - it's jam-packed.
How is jam packed anyway? |
| 12:15pm |
Emerged in the great state of nothingness.
No, not the Tubby One’s cerebrum, but rather, the place I call
"Texas." |
| 4:23pm |
Called the Bald Wonder to check on his status. Perhaps I should
have hired a sitter for him. He was in a panic. Couldn’t find
the razor and shaving cream. I implored him to stop searching (I did
hide them if you were wondering) and wait until I get back to help
him. Likely, he’d slice off his nose and eat all the shaving
cream. That’ll clear things up. |
| 9:20pm |
Pulled into Fort Stockton. This is
where we sampled Burger King on the trip to Nawlins. Oh yeah, my companions
are creative folk. The drive to Nawlins was termed “There.”
And now as we head to good ol’ home, we call this portion “Back.”
They're lucky they're cute, that's for sure. I was told it was my
turn to clean the flattened bugs off the windshield. I didn’t
gripe because I was mesmerized by the 8-packs of Dr. Pepper they were
selling. Very intriguing. |
| 10:03pm |
Snoozing. Damn these uneven roads and their attempt to interfere
with much needed sleep! |
| 11:58pm |
Much rejoicing ensued! We crossed
into New Mexico and out of that wasteland. The only good thing I’ve
found from Texas is that music group, Bowling for Soup. Maybe they
should move to California... no, wait -- I think they did. And with
this change of states, it also became 10:58pm (Mountain Standard Time).
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