Live from bat country
"We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold ..."
With state line looming before me, I'm leveraging some Blackberry action to file a story and do some live vacation blogging. I haven't been able to participate in the family anti-tradition for a few years: Drinking and gambling in Las Vegas.
It's always a fun drive out and a miserable, interminable crawl home. My brother's driving is making me sick. He'll leave a smart comment when he reads this.
I think I'm getting sick. Listening to my congestion yesterday, Mayor Bogaard suggested Brandy. Let the medication begin.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Perhaps "princess" was feeling delicate while surrounded by all that sagebrush.
As your mayor, I advise you to rent a very fast car with no top. And you'll need the brandy. Tape recorder for special music. Acapulco shirts. Get the hell out of L.A. for at least 48 hours.
That was funny, but even I'm not old enough to have lived the era, only ready about it. I highly recommend Fear and Loathing (the entire series) then go back and look at where we are today.
Hope you had a fun time!