First Few Days

So I left Tuesday from Harrisburg, I guess I consider that my starting point for some reason. I like Harrisburg, I love Ali & Jared, and for some reason I sort of just feel like I connect with the city. I'm in my hotel room in New Orleans now, so this is all sort of in retrospect, but I'm starting to wonder if my fascination with the 'outside bar' in Hburg and me being here are related....probably, but oh well. I felt a little bad about not doing the personal goodbye with everyone, but they make me feel like I'm saying goodbye and then climbing into a coffin, to be sent to the bottom of the ocean. it's 2007, we have cell phones and computers and airplanes - I'm not selling bibles in Africa, I'm driving around the country. But I do apologize to anyone who was offended - then you can go hump a tree because I'm emotions are for sissies, no room for emotions on the road here, have to be tough . . .like leather in the sun, two dollar london broil tough.
it was kind of like a whirlwind of shit in my head when I left, I said to jared "Shake my hand" and we did the hand shake/back pat. We're past that crap, I could have just pounded it up with him, but incase you guys aren't aware, he is big on formalities (returning phone calls, RSVP's, greetings & salutations & GOLF RULES) so I'm glad I did, because Chewy, I love you and I keep many of your words of wisdom on the tip of my tongue. Alison, I was fake sleeping, thanks for the head pat and I'm going to miss the shit out of your couches. I took my toothbrush out of the basement bathroom, that wasn't a resignation of my domicile, it was more of a concession of rights. Anyway, I miss all of you guys so much and I think you all know that.

It's an odd situation that I find myself in... at the end of the 'day' when I either have reached my destination or I'm getting sleepy, I try and find the most reasonable place to crash. I really want to just camp out, but it's been rainy for the entire trip since I got to new orleans and not that I'm giong to melt or something crazy, but the additional mess that it would make in my already jam packed jeep wouldn't be worth it. Most of the 'primative' camping facilities don't have laundry machines either, so I don't want to be that guy walking around in new towns with a scruffy beard, dirty clothes, smelling like campfire - I mean I care now, but talk to me in a few weeks, I'll be eating scorpions in the desert that I killed with a hand fashioned spear made from the bones of dead wolves. Anyway, I'm getting really hungry, it's almost 7pm here and I am that lazy that if I get hungry eneough I'll just eat at the hotel diner instead of going downtown (3block away) so I'm going to put some clothes on and get out of here. Later Ya'll!

Oh yeah, eating lunch today was some experience, I want to make this detailed but I wont. So I'm hung over as shit, I was playing blackjack at harrah's until like 5 am, I won - anyway, dewar's kicked my ass, I woke up with a bottle of cola in my bed that was empty and my stomch was doing things I didn't approve of. So after two pots of coffee and sucking water out of the faucet until it felt like my stomach was about to explode, I finally made it to the shower and out the door. So I stop at the Cajun Cabin for lunch, it's right on the strip and they have a balcony and whatever. So i order all sorts of food, from alligator, gumbo, you name it. I felt like shit, but I really was hungry and that's all there is on the menu generally speaking. Some variation of some meat that I usually wouldn't eat. FYI, the most succulent part of the alligator is in the tail. So there are beer trucks idling outside, deiself fumes, aromas of clams from the clam bar across the way, and then the sun sort of hits me. I get the sweats, mind you I have already downed four bottled waters at this place, and it's down to the mental battle of not throwing up. Keep in mind that on the recomendation of Gia from the day before, I had downed a couple of Hurricanes, with an extra shot on top, as Gia recommends. I was straight fucked up last night, I kept it together though pretty good, and the casino offered me a room, they had somebody escort me home instead. Not because I was too drunk to walk, it was because I had a pocketful of scrilla and I don't exactly blend in at night with my flaming pink polo shirt. Anyway, off the topic, a horse and cart go by and I literally see the poop coming out of this horses dumper and I imagine he had some fresh business in his doody bag already because I just flat out barfed into my cup - a controlled barf into my soda cup. Aside from the resulting sweat and patika (hemmoraging of the blood vessels in the eye) I felt great.

So that's it - I'll write more later, but for now I gotta get going. Boston 2 Rockies 0.