What a day

Yesterday was one long MFing day. I had to work a show, so up around 7AM, work the show (smooze the people who just want to bitch that our products cost too much), then tear down, the drive 2 1/5 hours south to a store (what the hell am I doing working at 8PM on a Saturday - in Soledad, CA?? I'm a moron), then drive 2 1/5 hours more to reach the hotel mecca of Bakersfield, CA. I pulled in to my hotel last night aroun 11:15. ahead of schedule.

I stayed in a Comfort Suites (where I am at the writing of this), and the room is excellentg. It's like a mini palace. and only $80 for the night. (a steal in CA).

So, what next? I hop in the car and head out into the desert towards Vegas. I am really excited about this, as it's something I've always wanted to do. In my mind I always envisioned some crazy journey which involved me taking in with a biker gang, digesting some peyote, fighting off a snake to save a large-chested female by t he name of Super-Sherry, then cleverly outwitting the two sly hitmen who have mistaken me for a Columbian stoolie.

Most likely it will be four hours of my eyes glazing over and my mind reapeating "sand... so much sand...".

This may be my last post for a while, as Vegas usually does not offer any sort of internet use for their guests. You see, they want you out of the rooms, because outside of your hotel room you can't take a step without accidently gambling. What, I just stepped on a crack? Great, now my mom's back is broken and I lost $50.

My favorite kind of gambling? get loaded on the $1 Michelobs, hail a cab, and tell the driver to "Take me someplace fun". The fact that I haven't woken in a tub full of ice sans spleen amazes me.

Ok, folks, time to take the trek. after a Denny's run.