Whew, I survived...barely. San Diego was a blast, an experience like no other. I met so many people from all over the world. The location was phenomenal and the people there were extremely friendly. The Banana Bungalow was a place like no other, at least nowhere I've ever been.
Tuesday night I went to the House of Blues and saw Xavier Rudd. Just when I thought I couldn't possibly have any more fun in San Diego, I go to this show. The show was awesome, he's amazing. I didn't stop dancing from the time it started to the time it ended. If you ever get a chance to see him, do it! After the show, I came back and there were some people in the common room getting ready to watch Black Snake Moan, so I watched it too. It was ok, a little weird though.
Wednesday, I woke up fresh and ready to go to Tijuana. Chaz, a worker at BB, takes a group every Wednesday. I think there were 14 of us, we all piled in the big van they got and headed for the border. We had a good group, I knew many of them already. It was Fabian's birthday, so he had it a little rough. Tijuana was pretty much what I expected, shops, bars, and pharmacies. We had a late lunch and some cervezas when we got there and then went to the discotheque for some more cervezas and margaritas. We were there in the afternoon, so we had the place pretty much to ourselves. The mechanical bull was a big hit. We made our way back about 8:00. When I got back, Collin and Mark, English guys I roomed with, wanted me to go out with them to see this 80's hair band. Of course I had to go, it was my last night. The band was pretty good too. Since I added another night and the beds were booked, I had to stay in the common area. It had some beds, but people in and out. Didn't get a lot of sleep.
Since I didn't get much sleep, I wasn't feeling the best today. Finally left San Diego around 2:00. Note to self, don't leave San Diego at 2:00 and try to go north through LA. The first 150 miles took me 3.5 hours. It was ridiculous. I finally got to Fresno about 8:00 tonight. I'm splurging and I got myself a hotel room. I got to do laundry in the morning and I'm picking Bo up at the Greyhound station at 2:30. Were going to go camp in Yosemite for few days, what a change of pace. A much needed change of pace! I guess this will probably be my last post for few days. When I get back, I'm sure I'll have some nice pics of Yosemite.
Have a great weekend!
Dough
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Ouch!
I guess I had a little too much sun yesterday, didn't realize it until I got up today. Was going to try surfing, but heard the waves were not good yesterday. Instead, I just got a boogie board from the hostel and went playing in the ocean. Simon, the Aussie, tried showing me and Peter, guy from Denmark, how to body surf. Just as I thought, it's very tough. Playing around in the water is a good workout, I was wore out by the end of the day.
Last night, I hung out with Mark and Collin from Manchester, Mike from Liverpool, Yves and Jasmine from Switzerland and Andre and Bernard from Germany. I love talking to all of these people and learning about all the different cultures. The guys from the UK introduced us to a game called "21", not blackjack. The game requires total concentration, I guess it's a very popular game in the UK. We had a lot of fun.
Tonight I'm going to the House of Blues downtown to see Xavier Rudd. I'm really looking forward to the show, I've never seen him before. Tomorrow, the hostel is taking a trip to Tijuana. I was going to leave tomorrow, but now I'm going to stay another day. I got an email from Bo, and we decided to meet on Friday instead of Thursday. So, I guess one more day in San Diego...damn the luck :)
Cheers,
Dough
P.S. Trying to upload photos, but Snapfish is having problems. I'll get them up soon.
Last night, I hung out with Mark and Collin from Manchester, Mike from Liverpool, Yves and Jasmine from Switzerland and Andre and Bernard from Germany. I love talking to all of these people and learning about all the different cultures. The guys from the UK introduced us to a game called "21", not blackjack. The game requires total concentration, I guess it's a very popular game in the UK. We had a lot of fun.
Tonight I'm going to the House of Blues downtown to see Xavier Rudd. I'm really looking forward to the show, I've never seen him before. Tomorrow, the hostel is taking a trip to Tijuana. I was going to leave tomorrow, but now I'm going to stay another day. I got an email from Bo, and we decided to meet on Friday instead of Thursday. So, I guess one more day in San Diego...damn the luck :)
Cheers,
Dough
P.S. Trying to upload photos, but Snapfish is having problems. I'll get them up soon.
Monday, June 25, 2007
I Don't Think I'm Leaving
I be having a veddy good time. This place is great! I've met sooo many people from all over, many Swiss, Irish, and British. The Japanese people in my room left today, they didn't speak English very well, but they were nice. I wonder who'll be moving in? Everyone is super friendly, very easy to make friends.
During the day, everyone just goes to the beach and does their own thing. My farmer tan is starting to get evened out, I think I need to get some sunscreen though. I'm a little sore. At night, everyone gathers on the big deck out back and socializes. It's really interesting. Later in the evening, some decide to go to the pub and others just stay on the deck. I finally met some Americans, two girls from PA. They were just on a vacation and are leaving today. Other than that, I think I'm the only American here.
I guess I'll head back out to the beach, just had to get out of the sun for awhile. I'll try to add more pics tonight of my new friends and the hostel.
Cheers,
Dough
During the day, everyone just goes to the beach and does their own thing. My farmer tan is starting to get evened out, I think I need to get some sunscreen though. I'm a little sore. At night, everyone gathers on the big deck out back and socializes. It's really interesting. Later in the evening, some decide to go to the pub and others just stay on the deck. I finally met some Americans, two girls from PA. They were just on a vacation and are leaving today. Other than that, I think I'm the only American here.
I guess I'll head back out to the beach, just had to get out of the sun for awhile. I'll try to add more pics tonight of my new friends and the hostel.
Cheers,
Dough
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Staying Classy
You guessed it, I'm in sunny San Diego. For the record, it really doesn't mean whale's vagina...I asked a German. If you didn't get that, watch more movies.
After signing off last time, I ended up going out for the evening with Bo, the actor from Amsterdam. We had a good time hitting some of the pubs. He had never had a margarita, so of course we had to get one. On the way back that evening, we met some locals who lived down the street from the hostel and they invited us to hang out with them. We did, and ended up getting home pretty late. Bo and I are meeting up in Fresno on Thursday and are going to camp in Yosemite National Park. I'm really looking forward to that, Yosemite looks amazing.
The next day, we had to check out of Flagstaff and make our way to Phoenix. Mom flew out about 7 that evening. We took the scenic route out of Flagstaff to Sedona. I'm really glad we did that too, the landscape was beautiful. You need to look at the pics. We made it to Phoenix and I got mom to the airport. I got ahold of my friend Modeer and ended up going to his place after the airport. He lives in Mesa, about 20 minutes away. We went out that night for a bite to eat and of course that turned into a later night as well. Friday, Modeers brother set up some golf at the Biltmore Country Club for the three of us. This course was really nice. Paul Harvey lives on the course. So many multi million dollar homes around this course. I played horrible on the front and much better on the back. It was about 115 degrees when we teed off at about 3:00.
However, I hardly broke a sweat. The desert heat is so much better than all the humidity in STL. I would take 115 in Phoenix over 90 in STL. After golf, we came back and grilled up some carne asada and made fajitas. They were delicious! It was a very relaxing day, we were both pretty wore out.
I got up today and made my way to San Diego. When I left Phoenix it was 110 and when I got to San Diego, it was 70. What a difference 6 hours make. The hostel I'm staying at is right on the beach. I mean right on the beach, I can't believe it. This place is much different than the hostel in Flagstaff. This is much bigger and more of a party crowd. I'm in a co-ed room with 6 bunk beds. So far I've met about 4 guys from the UK, a guy and girl from Switzerland and 2 girls and a guy from Japan. They are all sharing the room with me. I'll let you know how it goes. I'm on the top bunk, right by the window. My view is the Pacific Ocean and this long pier. I think I could get used to this view.
Cheers,
Dough
P.S. Thank you all for the comments, I like reading them. Makes me feel a little closer to home.
After signing off last time, I ended up going out for the evening with Bo, the actor from Amsterdam. We had a good time hitting some of the pubs. He had never had a margarita, so of course we had to get one. On the way back that evening, we met some locals who lived down the street from the hostel and they invited us to hang out with them. We did, and ended up getting home pretty late. Bo and I are meeting up in Fresno on Thursday and are going to camp in Yosemite National Park. I'm really looking forward to that, Yosemite looks amazing.
The next day, we had to check out of Flagstaff and make our way to Phoenix. Mom flew out about 7 that evening. We took the scenic route out of Flagstaff to Sedona. I'm really glad we did that too, the landscape was beautiful. You need to look at the pics. We made it to Phoenix and I got mom to the airport. I got ahold of my friend Modeer and ended up going to his place after the airport. He lives in Mesa, about 20 minutes away. We went out that night for a bite to eat and of course that turned into a later night as well. Friday, Modeers brother set up some golf at the Biltmore Country Club for the three of us. This course was really nice. Paul Harvey lives on the course. So many multi million dollar homes around this course. I played horrible on the front and much better on the back. It was about 115 degrees when we teed off at about 3:00.
However, I hardly broke a sweat. The desert heat is so much better than all the humidity in STL. I would take 115 in Phoenix over 90 in STL. After golf, we came back and grilled up some carne asada and made fajitas. They were delicious! It was a very relaxing day, we were both pretty wore out.
I got up today and made my way to San Diego. When I left Phoenix it was 110 and when I got to San Diego, it was 70. What a difference 6 hours make. The hostel I'm staying at is right on the beach. I mean right on the beach, I can't believe it. This place is much different than the hostel in Flagstaff. This is much bigger and more of a party crowd. I'm in a co-ed room with 6 bunk beds. So far I've met about 4 guys from the UK, a guy and girl from Switzerland and 2 girls and a guy from Japan. They are all sharing the room with me. I'll let you know how it goes. I'm on the top bunk, right by the window. My view is the Pacific Ocean and this long pier. I think I could get used to this view.
Cheers,
Dough
P.S. Thank you all for the comments, I like reading them. Makes me feel a little closer to home.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Ahhh...Flagstaff
I'm just sitting here in the hostel enjoying the weather. I really can't say anything bad about Flagstaff, I'm really glad I chose to come here. The temps get in the 80's during the day and the high 40's at night. The people here are extremely friendly and laid back. If all the hostels are like this, I'm going to have a great trip.
Yesterday, we got up and drove to the Grand Canyon. I can now see what everyone raves about. I think everyone needs to see it at least once in their life. Pictures can not do this place justice, one must really see to believe. It was about 80 miles from flagstaff through the Coconinno Forest. It was a very nice drive. On the way back, we stopped at a few Navajo vendors on the side of the road. Of course mom had to get some jewelry. When we got back to the hostel, we find out they are serving dinner for $3 a plate later that night. Billy, this guy that works/stays at the hostel used to be a professional chef. I was a little skeptical, but it turned out to be a great meal. He fixed a delicious salad and homemade potato soup. We had watermelon and some Pete's Wicked Strawberry Blonde Ale for desert. The soup was delicious, different than any other I've had.
About 10 of us sat around having dinner together in the courtyard they have. It was a great time to meet and chat with the other guests. You can learn so much from these people. One girl that's very outspoken is Uta, she is from Germany. Uta was the first person we saw when we got to the hostel. She has dreads and wears a shirt that says "fuckyouups" on it. She's obviously very intelligent and also a free spirit. She met her husband here about 2 months ago. She was here and married after only one month....he's got a mo hawk. It was very comical listening to her tell her stories.
We met Christian from the UK. He's just graduated from the university and is travelling around for about three months. He's been in the states for about 6 weeks now and has already seen about as much of it as I have my whole life. When he leaves the states, he is going to Australia and then to Japan. I talked with him in great length about the UK and many of our differences. Like I said, a person can learn alot around here. Bo was the next guy we met. He's from Holland. He's on a six month journey around the world. He just graduated with a degree in acting. He's done several little parts in Europe and done some work in the theatre. Another interesting guy.
Later in the evening, Christian and I were the last ones out there when these three other mates walk up with a six pack. They were Ron from Germany, Peter from Belgium and Phillip from Switzerland. We chat and have some beers, until they ran out. We decide to go to the pub across the street for a few more. These guys were extremely cool. They were all in the states travelling solo when they all met in San Diego. Peter had a car and offered for the other two to jump in. They went to the Grand Canyon to camp tonight and then on to Vegas. They got the biggest kick out of my truck, they wanted me to take them for a ride. I guess nobody drives trucks in Europe.
I got up today and haven't done a whole lot. We went to the store, came back and did laundry and relaxed. We're getting up in the morning and making our way to Phoenix, probably stopping in Sedona for some sightseeing. Mom's plane leaves at 7:30. I don't have any plans for Friday night, just playing it by ear and I'll be in sunny San Diego on Saturday.
So long,
Dough
Yesterday, we got up and drove to the Grand Canyon. I can now see what everyone raves about. I think everyone needs to see it at least once in their life. Pictures can not do this place justice, one must really see to believe. It was about 80 miles from flagstaff through the Coconinno Forest. It was a very nice drive. On the way back, we stopped at a few Navajo vendors on the side of the road. Of course mom had to get some jewelry. When we got back to the hostel, we find out they are serving dinner for $3 a plate later that night. Billy, this guy that works/stays at the hostel used to be a professional chef. I was a little skeptical, but it turned out to be a great meal. He fixed a delicious salad and homemade potato soup. We had watermelon and some Pete's Wicked Strawberry Blonde Ale for desert. The soup was delicious, different than any other I've had.
About 10 of us sat around having dinner together in the courtyard they have. It was a great time to meet and chat with the other guests. You can learn so much from these people. One girl that's very outspoken is Uta, she is from Germany. Uta was the first person we saw when we got to the hostel. She has dreads and wears a shirt that says "fuckyouups" on it. She's obviously very intelligent and also a free spirit. She met her husband here about 2 months ago. She was here and married after only one month....he's got a mo hawk. It was very comical listening to her tell her stories.
We met Christian from the UK. He's just graduated from the university and is travelling around for about three months. He's been in the states for about 6 weeks now and has already seen about as much of it as I have my whole life. When he leaves the states, he is going to Australia and then to Japan. I talked with him in great length about the UK and many of our differences. Like I said, a person can learn alot around here. Bo was the next guy we met. He's from Holland. He's on a six month journey around the world. He just graduated with a degree in acting. He's done several little parts in Europe and done some work in the theatre. Another interesting guy.
Later in the evening, Christian and I were the last ones out there when these three other mates walk up with a six pack. They were Ron from Germany, Peter from Belgium and Phillip from Switzerland. We chat and have some beers, until they ran out. We decide to go to the pub across the street for a few more. These guys were extremely cool. They were all in the states travelling solo when they all met in San Diego. Peter had a car and offered for the other two to jump in. They went to the Grand Canyon to camp tonight and then on to Vegas. They got the biggest kick out of my truck, they wanted me to take them for a ride. I guess nobody drives trucks in Europe.
I got up today and haven't done a whole lot. We went to the store, came back and did laundry and relaxed. We're getting up in the morning and making our way to Phoenix, probably stopping in Sedona for some sightseeing. Mom's plane leaves at 7:30. I don't have any plans for Friday night, just playing it by ear and I'll be in sunny San Diego on Saturday.
So long,
Dough
Monday, June 18, 2007
DAM...That Things Big!
Yep, you guessed it. We went and saw the Hoover Dam. What an engineering masterpiece. How do you even begin something like that, especially in the 1930's. The pictures can not show the enormity of the dam...it's dam big! We drove through there on our way to Flagstaff, AZ where I am sitting right now.
Vegas was a good time. I did a lot of relaxing, watching golf, and gambling during the evening hours. Friday night we had dinner and more gambling. The tables were much cooler, I didn't do so hot. I stayed up pretty late, so of course I had to sleep in on Saturday. I slept in and watched golf most of the day. That night we took a bus to the strip and ended up at Harrah's. I ended up on a Caribbean Stud table for many hours. I left there with change in my pocket and a dam good buzz from the Buds I through back while playing...yeah, it was a good night. It was a good night, until I saw the sun coming up...I hate that feeling. Sunday was another day of rest. I think that might be a reoccurring theme. We made a Wal Mart run, can't get away from those, and then we went to Sam's Town. You know, had to see if those 'off the strip' casinos were any looser. Uhhhh NO, no luck there either. Overall, I pretty much broke even on gambling. Two good nights, Thursday and Saturday and one really bad night, Friday. Yesterday, I broke even after I went back to Fitzgeralds and played roulette with the same dealer as Thursday. So, I would say it was a successful Vegas trip.
We got up this morning, not too early, and headed towards Flagstaff. The Hoover Dam was exactly on the way. The drive wasn't bad, I'm still amazed by how much the terrain changes out here. We went from desert and mountains with no vegatation, to mountains filled with big trees. The temperature today was 104 in vegas and even into Arizona. Here in Flagstaff, the high was 83 and it will get down into the 40's tonight. What a huge difference from Vegas. We are staying in a hostel, it's really pretty nice. We have a private room, so mom doesn't have to stay with 7 other hippie chicks. It's an old motel right off of route 66. The owners turned it into a hostel. It's got a pool table, foosball table, two kitchens, etc...it's nice. I saw a few foreigners names on the check in sheet, some from Switzerland and Australia. So far, all I've seen are some hippies. Apparently Flagstaff is a big hippie town. We walked around the donwtown area and it was very cool. Feels like a very small town with lots to do. Numerous restraunts and bars, artsy shops, outdoor stores, etc... I've only had a couple hours here, I'll give a full report on Flagstaff later. So far, I think I'm gonna like this place.
Until next time...
Dough
Ohhh, almost forgot. They were filming a movie at the Plaza while we were there. It's called Yonkers Joe. It is starring Chazz Palminteri, I can't think of what I know him from, I recognized him right away though. I looked at IMDB.com and I couldn't find what I would know him from. I don't know???
Vegas was a good time. I did a lot of relaxing, watching golf, and gambling during the evening hours. Friday night we had dinner and more gambling. The tables were much cooler, I didn't do so hot. I stayed up pretty late, so of course I had to sleep in on Saturday. I slept in and watched golf most of the day. That night we took a bus to the strip and ended up at Harrah's. I ended up on a Caribbean Stud table for many hours. I left there with change in my pocket and a dam good buzz from the Buds I through back while playing...yeah, it was a good night. It was a good night, until I saw the sun coming up...I hate that feeling. Sunday was another day of rest. I think that might be a reoccurring theme. We made a Wal Mart run, can't get away from those, and then we went to Sam's Town. You know, had to see if those 'off the strip' casinos were any looser. Uhhhh NO, no luck there either. Overall, I pretty much broke even on gambling. Two good nights, Thursday and Saturday and one really bad night, Friday. Yesterday, I broke even after I went back to Fitzgeralds and played roulette with the same dealer as Thursday. So, I would say it was a successful Vegas trip.
We got up this morning, not too early, and headed towards Flagstaff. The Hoover Dam was exactly on the way. The drive wasn't bad, I'm still amazed by how much the terrain changes out here. We went from desert and mountains with no vegatation, to mountains filled with big trees. The temperature today was 104 in vegas and even into Arizona. Here in Flagstaff, the high was 83 and it will get down into the 40's tonight. What a huge difference from Vegas. We are staying in a hostel, it's really pretty nice. We have a private room, so mom doesn't have to stay with 7 other hippie chicks. It's an old motel right off of route 66. The owners turned it into a hostel. It's got a pool table, foosball table, two kitchens, etc...it's nice. I saw a few foreigners names on the check in sheet, some from Switzerland and Australia. So far, all I've seen are some hippies. Apparently Flagstaff is a big hippie town. We walked around the donwtown area and it was very cool. Feels like a very small town with lots to do. Numerous restraunts and bars, artsy shops, outdoor stores, etc... I've only had a couple hours here, I'll give a full report on Flagstaff later. So far, I think I'm gonna like this place.
Until next time...
Dough
Ohhh, almost forgot. They were filming a movie at the Plaza while we were there. It's called Yonkers Joe. It is starring Chazz Palminteri, I can't think of what I know him from, I recognized him right away though. I looked at IMDB.com and I couldn't find what I would know him from. I don't know???
Friday, June 15, 2007
Vegas Baby!!!
Greetings everyone! The past few days have went by pretty quickly. I finally found a free WiFi spot here in Vegas. After my last post, I made my way to the Salt Lake City Bees game...the long way. I ended up taking the wrong train, so I went a little outta my way. Luckily, I realized my mistake fairly early. I finally made it by late in the 1st inn. I'm upset I didn't bring my camera, the stadium was beautiful. Of course, the backdrop was the mountains. I got to sit 15 rows behind home plate for a whopping $10; that's not even the best part though, it was $1 hot dog night. I think I had about 3 of them. After the game I went to a park downtown to listen to some local live music. It wasn't really my crowd though, a little young and a little too punkish. So, I went back to Murphy's. I only lasted for one there, the bartenders weren't too friendly. I figured it would be wise to call it an early night. I walked my 30 minutes back to the hostel.
When I got back to the hostel, I ran into this guy I had met earlier in the day, Jeff. Jeff is 43 and thinks he's going to start over the road trucking. He's from Detroit and worked in Chicago for many years. He's traveled all over the world and is extremely knowledgeable. I'm not really sure what he's doing at the hostel, he said he just likes to come to Salt Lake now and then, "It's an easy place to be". If you're reading, hey Jeff. Anyway, I begin talking to one of the guys that runs the hostel, Phil. He gave me the scoop on all of the Eastern Europeans. Apparently, every 4 months this company sends student workers from different countries. He said they all come through the hostel doors. They are supposed to find housing for themselves.
I then met two guys from Bogota, Columbia. They were very friendly and spoke English well. They were telling me how hard it was to find housing for just four months, everywhere wants 6 or 12 month leases. I told him to just sign one for six and leave after four. I don't think the landlord is going to hunt them down in Columbia.
Earlier in the night, I noticed I had gotten 4 new roommates. When I went to put my laptop up in the truck, I saw one of them on the front steps. I introduce myself and we have a good conversation. He and his friend, Uls and Mathias, are from Switzerland and have been traveling the world for the past 6 months. They had just came from Fiji. After a few minutes into the conversation, I realized he is a little intoxicated. He was quite comical. I never met one of the roommates until the next morning. I wake up to this smiling Sri Lanken going through his bag. I say hi and get up myself. He's in town for the National Rotary Convention...seriously.
Later that morning I had to pick up mom from the airport. I picked her up and we began our 6 hour drive to Vegas. The drive was pretty, it's amazing how the landscape changes so much in so little time. I'm gonna attach the photos. After arriving in Vegas, I was a little beat. I stayed up way too late the night before meeting all the foreigners. Of course mom was ready to gamble. I relaxed and met her for dinner later. After dinner, we walked Freemont St. and saw the light show. We decided to gamble a little bit and that's the last I saw of her. I played keno for awhile and had no luck at all. I then was drawn in by a .50 roulette table. I don't know how long I played, about 5 beers long I think. I just kept hitting and hitting. When the dealer changed, so did my luck. Didn't take me long to leave too. I ended up $85, not bad for the first night. I made my way back to the Plaza to crash for the evening.
Oh how heavenly the bed was, I didn't want to get out of it this morning. I hadn't slept in a real bed in over a week and it was awesome. After finally talking myself out of bed, I decided to check out the fitness center. Of course, it was like any other hotel fitness center. They did however have a running track and tennis courts on the rooftop. For some strange reason, I decided to run 2 miles. It was extremely hot, but I barely broke a sweat. It really is a dry heat out here. After the run, I was sucked in to the US Open. I met mom for some lunch and then we split again. I went searching for somewhere to get online. Here I sit on the ground outside of Krispy Kreme so I can use their WiFi. I really hate to eat a doughnut just to sit in their patio when I can sit right here on the ground for free. Until next time...
Dough
When I got back to the hostel, I ran into this guy I had met earlier in the day, Jeff. Jeff is 43 and thinks he's going to start over the road trucking. He's from Detroit and worked in Chicago for many years. He's traveled all over the world and is extremely knowledgeable. I'm not really sure what he's doing at the hostel, he said he just likes to come to Salt Lake now and then, "It's an easy place to be". If you're reading, hey Jeff. Anyway, I begin talking to one of the guys that runs the hostel, Phil. He gave me the scoop on all of the Eastern Europeans. Apparently, every 4 months this company sends student workers from different countries. He said they all come through the hostel doors. They are supposed to find housing for themselves.
I then met two guys from Bogota, Columbia. They were very friendly and spoke English well. They were telling me how hard it was to find housing for just four months, everywhere wants 6 or 12 month leases. I told him to just sign one for six and leave after four. I don't think the landlord is going to hunt them down in Columbia.
Earlier in the night, I noticed I had gotten 4 new roommates. When I went to put my laptop up in the truck, I saw one of them on the front steps. I introduce myself and we have a good conversation. He and his friend, Uls and Mathias, are from Switzerland and have been traveling the world for the past 6 months. They had just came from Fiji. After a few minutes into the conversation, I realized he is a little intoxicated. He was quite comical. I never met one of the roommates until the next morning. I wake up to this smiling Sri Lanken going through his bag. I say hi and get up myself. He's in town for the National Rotary Convention...seriously.
Later that morning I had to pick up mom from the airport. I picked her up and we began our 6 hour drive to Vegas. The drive was pretty, it's amazing how the landscape changes so much in so little time. I'm gonna attach the photos. After arriving in Vegas, I was a little beat. I stayed up way too late the night before meeting all the foreigners. Of course mom was ready to gamble. I relaxed and met her for dinner later. After dinner, we walked Freemont St. and saw the light show. We decided to gamble a little bit and that's the last I saw of her. I played keno for awhile and had no luck at all. I then was drawn in by a .50 roulette table. I don't know how long I played, about 5 beers long I think. I just kept hitting and hitting. When the dealer changed, so did my luck. Didn't take me long to leave too. I ended up $85, not bad for the first night. I made my way back to the Plaza to crash for the evening.
Oh how heavenly the bed was, I didn't want to get out of it this morning. I hadn't slept in a real bed in over a week and it was awesome. After finally talking myself out of bed, I decided to check out the fitness center. Of course, it was like any other hotel fitness center. They did however have a running track and tennis courts on the rooftop. For some strange reason, I decided to run 2 miles. It was extremely hot, but I barely broke a sweat. It really is a dry heat out here. After the run, I was sucked in to the US Open. I met mom for some lunch and then we split again. I went searching for somewhere to get online. Here I sit on the ground outside of Krispy Kreme so I can use their WiFi. I really hate to eat a doughnut just to sit in their patio when I can sit right here on the ground for free. Until next time...
Dough
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Last Day in Salt Lake
Well, I survived Monday night with Keith, the crazy one...literally. I did sleep with one eye open though. It really wasn't that bad, the next morning he was pretty normal and said the VA was going to put him up for a month. I wished him all the best, and he was on his way. This was one of my first reinforcements on the lesson of not judging someone else.
I woke up yesterday feeling good, the beds really aren't that bad. I got up and went for a run, the hills here are a killer. I ended my run at the grocery store a few blocks up the hill. I did some shopping and walked back and fixed some breakfast. I wanted to golf and then go to the baseball game, but I couldn't pull all of that off in the same day. I went golfing at 3:00 (twilight rate) at Mountain Dell Canyon Course, they have a Lake Course too. This place is incredible, very well maintained. These people must actually fix ball marks on greens, they were exceptional. Since I was a single, I got paired up with Cho. Cho has been in Utah for 6 years and he came from Korea. Very nice guy, and a very good golfer. He tells me he is going back to Korea to be on the Korean golf tour. He's good, he might be able to. It was a very enjoyable round. What's that? How did I shoot? Well, it started off pretty good, I shot a 44 on the front and I was really pleased with that. The back...I can't remember what I shot :) Hey Littie, that 44 SHOULDA been a 41, I lipped 3 puts.
By the time I got back from golfing, it was too late to catch the baseball game. I just came back to the hostel and made me some dinner and played on the internet. Again, a very diverse crowd in the living room. I figured I had better at least meet some of these people while I'm here, so I introduced myself. The first one I met was Tatyana from Bulgaria. Nice girl, she speaks pretty good English. I asked her what she was doing here and she told me she was here to work for 4 months and then she had to go back to Bulgaria. I didn't want to pry to much, she was chatting in some other language with her friends. I can only imagine what they were saying about me. Needless to say, my imagination is running wild. Why in the world would these girls come here to work for 4 months and then go back? I figured maybe they were going to be prostitutes or put in some strip club for awhile...very cute girls. Anyway, that was the extent of my conversation.
Late in the evening, I was relaxing enjoying the weather out on the patio when another Eastern European comes out for a smoke. Here's where my second reinforcement of not judging comes in. I introduce myself and so does she. Her name is Tonya from ??? Russia, somewhere south of Moscow. She speaks very good English, better than many Americans. Come to find out, all these girls and a few guys are here on some type of work/study program. They are all from Russia, Bulgaria, and Romania. They're here to work at the airport at the different restaurants and shops. She said they all had a choice between Ohio, West Virginia, Pennsylvania or Salt Lake and they chose here because this is where they held the Winter Olympics. I told her they made the right choice. She starts today at Quizno's and has no idea what type of place Quizno's is.
In Russia, she is studying to be a linguistics teacher, specializing in English. She said they start teaching English at 7 years old, knowing English in Russia is very common. That explains how all of these people can speak the language. This is just more reinforcement as to how far behind the US is compared to many other countries in regards to education. Heck, she stumped me for a minute. She asked what is plural for fox, fox or foxes? I had to think about it. It is just fox...right? This is all their first time in the US. I hate that this is the first thing they see here, they are probably telling people back home how strange us Americans are. I would too if this is what I knew about the US.
Before crashing, I check my email at the row of computers. Sitting next to me is this black guy, probably early 20's. He's going "what, what, oh man, what!" He turns to me and says, "Hey, you know anything about WWE?". Of course I said, "Sure, a little". He was on the WWE website and they had Vince McMahons limo blowing up right after he supposedly got in. I told him it was all show and to check a reputable news source...it was. Anyway, I asked him where he was from and he says "St. Louis". No kidding, this guy is from STL. He came out here with baby mama, and now he's got baby mama drama and he's been staying in the hostel since Feb. It is a small world.
Got my run in today and haven't done much else. I uploaded all of my pics to Snapfish.com and put links on my blog. Now you all can see my pics from the trip. My header pic was one I took last night from up on top this hill. When I got back and put it on the computer, I thought I had something on my screen. Upon further review, I noticed that it's the moon. I thought this turned out to be a pretty cool pic.
Well, I better go do something fun. Think I'm gonna go drive and actually see the Great Salt Lake, going to the game tonight. Hope everyone's doing well.
Cheers,
Dough
I woke up yesterday feeling good, the beds really aren't that bad. I got up and went for a run, the hills here are a killer. I ended my run at the grocery store a few blocks up the hill. I did some shopping and walked back and fixed some breakfast. I wanted to golf and then go to the baseball game, but I couldn't pull all of that off in the same day. I went golfing at 3:00 (twilight rate) at Mountain Dell Canyon Course, they have a Lake Course too. This place is incredible, very well maintained. These people must actually fix ball marks on greens, they were exceptional. Since I was a single, I got paired up with Cho. Cho has been in Utah for 6 years and he came from Korea. Very nice guy, and a very good golfer. He tells me he is going back to Korea to be on the Korean golf tour. He's good, he might be able to. It was a very enjoyable round. What's that? How did I shoot? Well, it started off pretty good, I shot a 44 on the front and I was really pleased with that. The back...I can't remember what I shot :) Hey Littie, that 44 SHOULDA been a 41, I lipped 3 puts.
By the time I got back from golfing, it was too late to catch the baseball game. I just came back to the hostel and made me some dinner and played on the internet. Again, a very diverse crowd in the living room. I figured I had better at least meet some of these people while I'm here, so I introduced myself. The first one I met was Tatyana from Bulgaria. Nice girl, she speaks pretty good English. I asked her what she was doing here and she told me she was here to work for 4 months and then she had to go back to Bulgaria. I didn't want to pry to much, she was chatting in some other language with her friends. I can only imagine what they were saying about me. Needless to say, my imagination is running wild. Why in the world would these girls come here to work for 4 months and then go back? I figured maybe they were going to be prostitutes or put in some strip club for awhile...very cute girls. Anyway, that was the extent of my conversation.
Late in the evening, I was relaxing enjoying the weather out on the patio when another Eastern European comes out for a smoke. Here's where my second reinforcement of not judging comes in. I introduce myself and so does she. Her name is Tonya from ??? Russia, somewhere south of Moscow. She speaks very good English, better than many Americans. Come to find out, all these girls and a few guys are here on some type of work/study program. They are all from Russia, Bulgaria, and Romania. They're here to work at the airport at the different restaurants and shops. She said they all had a choice between Ohio, West Virginia, Pennsylvania or Salt Lake and they chose here because this is where they held the Winter Olympics. I told her they made the right choice. She starts today at Quizno's and has no idea what type of place Quizno's is.
In Russia, she is studying to be a linguistics teacher, specializing in English. She said they start teaching English at 7 years old, knowing English in Russia is very common. That explains how all of these people can speak the language. This is just more reinforcement as to how far behind the US is compared to many other countries in regards to education. Heck, she stumped me for a minute. She asked what is plural for fox, fox or foxes? I had to think about it. It is just fox...right? This is all their first time in the US. I hate that this is the first thing they see here, they are probably telling people back home how strange us Americans are. I would too if this is what I knew about the US.
Before crashing, I check my email at the row of computers. Sitting next to me is this black guy, probably early 20's. He's going "what, what, oh man, what!" He turns to me and says, "Hey, you know anything about WWE?". Of course I said, "Sure, a little". He was on the WWE website and they had Vince McMahons limo blowing up right after he supposedly got in. I told him it was all show and to check a reputable news source...it was. Anyway, I asked him where he was from and he says "St. Louis". No kidding, this guy is from STL. He came out here with baby mama, and now he's got baby mama drama and he's been staying in the hostel since Feb. It is a small world.
Got my run in today and haven't done much else. I uploaded all of my pics to Snapfish.com and put links on my blog. Now you all can see my pics from the trip. My header pic was one I took last night from up on top this hill. When I got back and put it on the computer, I thought I had something on my screen. Upon further review, I noticed that it's the moon. I thought this turned out to be a pretty cool pic.
Well, I better go do something fun. Think I'm gonna go drive and actually see the Great Salt Lake, going to the game tonight. Hope everyone's doing well.
Cheers,
Dough
Monday, June 11, 2007
WOW!
Ok, this is funny, crazy ...but funny. This is gonna be one of my first free response blogs, just say what's going on. I'm sitting on a love seat in this big room with an assortment of furniture. there's a couple couches, couple love seats, and a couple vinyl chairs from the 70's. Playing on the 55" is Shrek 3 (somebody's got a hook up on movies, they also have Hostel 2, Mr. Brooks, etc... and they're great quality). On the far side of the room is an Indian playing an African a game of chess. They've been going at it forever...oh wait, I think the Indian just won. Suprise??
On my right is the row of four computers. This Russian or maybe Ukrainian girl is chatting it up with this guy in his 40's from the UK. Sitting by them is this middle eastern with the full beard and little knit hat thingy to go along...oh my!
On my left, I have the 'Dude' of the hostel. I think he works here...kinda?? But I think I have him pegged as that creepy guy that hits on all the foreign girls?? Could be wrong...nah! He's wearing an American flag bandanna, and sweatpants...seriously. He had this Russian chick by him and she just now got up and he followed her and said, "Are you going to bed", in a real disappointed voice...hilarious!
One of my roommates is a little scary. He was in the army, I'm thinking probably 'Nam, and he's a little freaky. He just got in to town from the Mississippi Gulf coast...took the grayhound. He lost his house in Katrina, his girlfriend shot him in the leg with a 38 (but he loves her), his parents have caused him nothing but grief, etc... So, he's been on hard times. I walked in and he's going to town sweeping the room. He says, "I don't live like this, I was in the army. If we weren't having war games, we were cleaning . Hell, I swept the sunshine off the sidewalk one time.", I'm trying my best not to laugh. You could tell he's a little 'off'. I leave and go do my laundry and when I come back I find him in the room filling out some mental health form...really! I don't know if I should be frightened or not?? I made friends with him, so I think we're cool. I don't think he'll hurt me, he's more of one to make an assassination attempt on the president type.
Oh, forgot about my night...I had a great night. I walked from the Hostel, just seeing what I could find to eat and drink. I walked what seemed like forever before I finally came across this place called Murphy's. I remembered reading about it on a site earlier and noting that sounded descent. I walk in and Widespread was playing on the jukebox, I knew I was in the right spot. On special was the turkey breast sandwich with sweet potato french fries, of course I got the special...delicious! The bartenders were really cool, a guy named Tuffy and a girl named Marly. Yes, Tuffy is a 'power lifter', but he was cool.
The craziest part was when I met this 'funny guy' named Wade. He said, "what's your name?". I said "It's Eric, but everyone calls me Dough". He's like, "My names Eric too, but everyone calls me Wade." Sure enough, his name is Eric Wade too. Pretty freaky, In 28 years, I've never met another Eric Wade.
I left there and walked 20 minutes back to the hostel. The street the hostel is on just continues to go up in the mountain, so I decided to drive up there. It's all residential, very peaceful. I hopped in and drove up, and I couldn't believe the view. You could see all the city lights and how the city has developed right in the middle of these mountains. It was pretty sweet. After that I came in here and saw the craziest scene I could have ever walked into.
This trip is only beginning, I think I'm gonna learn a lot.
Dough
P.S. I'll try to work on those pics tomorrow. After golf and before the Salt Lake City Bee's(Anahiem AAA team) game.
On my right is the row of four computers. This Russian or maybe Ukrainian girl is chatting it up with this guy in his 40's from the UK. Sitting by them is this middle eastern with the full beard and little knit hat thingy to go along...oh my!
On my left, I have the 'Dude' of the hostel. I think he works here...kinda?? But I think I have him pegged as that creepy guy that hits on all the foreign girls?? Could be wrong...nah! He's wearing an American flag bandanna, and sweatpants...seriously. He had this Russian chick by him and she just now got up and he followed her and said, "Are you going to bed", in a real disappointed voice...hilarious!
One of my roommates is a little scary. He was in the army, I'm thinking probably 'Nam, and he's a little freaky. He just got in to town from the Mississippi Gulf coast...took the grayhound. He lost his house in Katrina, his girlfriend shot him in the leg with a 38 (but he loves her), his parents have caused him nothing but grief, etc... So, he's been on hard times. I walked in and he's going to town sweeping the room. He says, "I don't live like this, I was in the army. If we weren't having war games, we were cleaning . Hell, I swept the sunshine off the sidewalk one time.", I'm trying my best not to laugh. You could tell he's a little 'off'. I leave and go do my laundry and when I come back I find him in the room filling out some mental health form...really! I don't know if I should be frightened or not?? I made friends with him, so I think we're cool. I don't think he'll hurt me, he's more of one to make an assassination attempt on the president type.
Oh, forgot about my night...I had a great night. I walked from the Hostel, just seeing what I could find to eat and drink. I walked what seemed like forever before I finally came across this place called Murphy's. I remembered reading about it on a site earlier and noting that sounded descent. I walk in and Widespread was playing on the jukebox, I knew I was in the right spot. On special was the turkey breast sandwich with sweet potato french fries, of course I got the special...delicious! The bartenders were really cool, a guy named Tuffy and a girl named Marly. Yes, Tuffy is a 'power lifter', but he was cool.
The craziest part was when I met this 'funny guy' named Wade. He said, "what's your name?". I said "It's Eric, but everyone calls me Dough". He's like, "My names Eric too, but everyone calls me Wade." Sure enough, his name is Eric Wade too. Pretty freaky, In 28 years, I've never met another Eric Wade.
I left there and walked 20 minutes back to the hostel. The street the hostel is on just continues to go up in the mountain, so I decided to drive up there. It's all residential, very peaceful. I hopped in and drove up, and I couldn't believe the view. You could see all the city lights and how the city has developed right in the middle of these mountains. It was pretty sweet. After that I came in here and saw the craziest scene I could have ever walked into.
This trip is only beginning, I think I'm gonna learn a lot.
Dough
P.S. I'll try to work on those pics tomorrow. After golf and before the Salt Lake City Bee's(Anahiem AAA team) game.
I Survived Denver
Greetings to all, sorry I haven't updated in while.
I guess when I left you all last time I was sitting outside Illegal Pete's having a beer. The night turned out to be pretty uneventful. Eric had prior arrangements, so I was on my own for the night. I needed some dinner, so I went one block to the Wazee Supper Club, they have great pizza and beer. I bellied up to the bar ordered my personal pizza and a pint. Before I knew it, I had seen a Mexican get cut off by the manager for being belligerent and had made friends with a guy from Montana and a guy from Japan. Everyone is so friendly in Denver. After several???? pints, I decided I better try to get home. It's really only about 300 yards away, but the key is walking in the right direction. I guess I made a wrong turn outta the building and ended up a block in the wrong direction. I finally made it back and turned in for the evening.
Saturday, we woke up and went for a bike ride. I can't say enough about the bike trails, they go on forever following the different rivers. There's always something to look at. After the ride, we got ready and drove about 30 minutes up into the mountains to Evergreen Golf Course. The ride up was filled with great views and when we got there, the views from the course were even better. I've never been on a more scenic golf course, it was cool. I took a bunch of pics and hopefully I can figure out how to share them.
That evening another friend of Eric's, Sowers, came up to go out for the evening. We started the evening at Sing Sing, a piano bar. I can't believe I've never been to one of these, it was really neat. The musicians are extremely talented. After leaving there we went to Brix. Sowers knew the bartender, so needless to say it was a relatively cheap and intoxicating evening. We walk back at the end of the evening and this is where the fun comes in. Instead of carrying keys, Eric hides a spare key at the base of the wall behind this brick. It was pushed in pretty far and we were having trouble getting it out, we definitely weren't the most coordinated at that time. After Sowers has his try, it's just lost, we can't even see it. We needed a paperclip to fish it out. Somewhere???, I go find a paperclip. I think I must have ran into a neighbor or something, but I'm really not sure. Using my MacGyver like skills, I was able to get the key and let us in safe and sound. I think Eric ate some bad Mexican earlier in the night and...you know.
Sunday was a welcomed day of rest for everyone. Eric had to go look at another apartment and I laid around most of the day until we went to dinner and went to see Ocean's 13. Very good movie by the way.
Got up today and made my trek to Salt Lake City. Wyoming was way better than I had ever imagined. It is a beautiful state. Again, I took lots of pics, hopefully I can figure this picture thing out. I got to the hostel about 3:00 and checked things out. It's in a nice neighborhood about a 10 min walk to downtown. So far, I've seen a very diverse crowd. A couple Asians, about 6 Russians, and 2 Americans about 20 something and 50 something. I think this is going to be very interesting. I'll try to post more often, I just go busy over the weekend. Hope this finds everyone doing well.
So long from Salt Lake,
Dough
I guess when I left you all last time I was sitting outside Illegal Pete's having a beer. The night turned out to be pretty uneventful. Eric had prior arrangements, so I was on my own for the night. I needed some dinner, so I went one block to the Wazee Supper Club, they have great pizza and beer. I bellied up to the bar ordered my personal pizza and a pint. Before I knew it, I had seen a Mexican get cut off by the manager for being belligerent and had made friends with a guy from Montana and a guy from Japan. Everyone is so friendly in Denver. After several???? pints, I decided I better try to get home. It's really only about 300 yards away, but the key is walking in the right direction. I guess I made a wrong turn outta the building and ended up a block in the wrong direction. I finally made it back and turned in for the evening.
Saturday, we woke up and went for a bike ride. I can't say enough about the bike trails, they go on forever following the different rivers. There's always something to look at. After the ride, we got ready and drove about 30 minutes up into the mountains to Evergreen Golf Course. The ride up was filled with great views and when we got there, the views from the course were even better. I've never been on a more scenic golf course, it was cool. I took a bunch of pics and hopefully I can figure out how to share them.
That evening another friend of Eric's, Sowers, came up to go out for the evening. We started the evening at Sing Sing, a piano bar. I can't believe I've never been to one of these, it was really neat. The musicians are extremely talented. After leaving there we went to Brix. Sowers knew the bartender, so needless to say it was a relatively cheap and intoxicating evening. We walk back at the end of the evening and this is where the fun comes in. Instead of carrying keys, Eric hides a spare key at the base of the wall behind this brick. It was pushed in pretty far and we were having trouble getting it out, we definitely weren't the most coordinated at that time. After Sowers has his try, it's just lost, we can't even see it. We needed a paperclip to fish it out. Somewhere???, I go find a paperclip. I think I must have ran into a neighbor or something, but I'm really not sure. Using my MacGyver like skills, I was able to get the key and let us in safe and sound. I think Eric ate some bad Mexican earlier in the night and...you know.
Sunday was a welcomed day of rest for everyone. Eric had to go look at another apartment and I laid around most of the day until we went to dinner and went to see Ocean's 13. Very good movie by the way.
Got up today and made my trek to Salt Lake City. Wyoming was way better than I had ever imagined. It is a beautiful state. Again, I took lots of pics, hopefully I can figure this picture thing out. I got to the hostel about 3:00 and checked things out. It's in a nice neighborhood about a 10 min walk to downtown. So far, I've seen a very diverse crowd. A couple Asians, about 6 Russians, and 2 Americans about 20 something and 50 something. I think this is going to be very interesting. I'll try to post more often, I just go busy over the weekend. Hope this finds everyone doing well.
So long from Salt Lake,
Dough
Friday, June 8, 2007
Finally Made It
Here I am, as promised, keeping a blog of my travels. I know many were skeptical as to whether or not I would I would do this; to be honest, so was I. However, I think I'll follow through with this. I'm sure I'll have lots of time on my hands.
I guess I should start from the beginning. I pulled out of town about 3:18 on Wednesday afternoon. I had no idea how far I was planning to drive, I only knew I had to be in Denver at 1:00 p.m. on Thursday for the Rockies game. About 4 hours into the drive I really asked myself, 'what are you doing?', I knew there was no turning back now. Missouri was not a bad drive, then I hit Kansas.
All I hear from everyone about Kansas is that it's flat. I beg to differ with them on this one. I felt like I was constantly going up and down little 'hills'. When I get done with this, I'm going to look up a topographical map and see if I am right. The wind in Kansas was ferocius, truckers and myself were getting blown all over the road, it was a little scary at times. The one thing I didn't hear about Kansas was how far apart the gas stations are. My low fuel light came on and I started to get a little worried. No fear though, I had my stop planned perfect.
I decided to try and make it through Kansas so I would only have a couple hours left in the morning. After 11 hours and 2 energy drinks, I finally arrive in Burlington, Co. You may ask yourself, where does one stay in Burlington?? That's right, the Burlington Inn. It was nice enough for me, not somewhere I would take someone on a first date, but it was ok.
I guess I should start from the beginning. I pulled out of town about 3:18 on Wednesday afternoon. I had no idea how far I was planning to drive, I only knew I had to be in Denver at 1:00 p.m. on Thursday for the Rockies game. About 4 hours into the drive I really asked myself, 'what are you doing?', I knew there was no turning back now. Missouri was not a bad drive, then I hit Kansas.
All I hear from everyone about Kansas is that it's flat. I beg to differ with them on this one. I felt like I was constantly going up and down little 'hills'. When I get done with this, I'm going to look up a topographical map and see if I am right. The wind in Kansas was ferocius, truckers and myself were getting blown all over the road, it was a little scary at times. The one thing I didn't hear about Kansas was how far apart the gas stations are. My low fuel light came on and I started to get a little worried. No fear though, I had my stop planned perfect.
I decided to try and make it through Kansas so I would only have a couple hours left in the morning. After 11 hours and 2 energy drinks, I finally arrive in Burlington, Co. You may ask yourself, where does one stay in Burlington?? That's right, the Burlington Inn. It was nice enough for me, not somewhere I would take someone on a first date, but it was ok.
Got up on Thursday and continued my trek into Denver. I arrived early enough to check into my room (Eric's apartment) before the Rockies game. The weather was beautiful, lower sixties and bright sun. You couldn't have asked for a better day for baseball. While standing inline to pay for my parking, which is a hot commdity in Denver, a scalper comes by and tries selling me a ticket. Unfortunately for him, his negotiating skills weren't up to mine. After haggling, he walks away with no sale. A couple minutes later he comes back and gives me a ticket 11 rows off the field for $10.
Coors field is a beautiful stadium, nothing special though. I was all set, perfect weather, bag of peanuts and a scorecard. After about the 2nd or 3rd inning the clouds moved in. What was once a perfect day went downhill fast, even bought a beer and that didn't help. By the end of the day, it was cloudy and 52 degrees with 20 mph winds. Yeah, it was cold! On the bright side, the Rockies won by scoring 3 runs in the 9th, at least is was an exciting game.
After the game, I walk back to Eric's and warm up. We went and found a street to park my truck on for free for the weekend. It's pretty close, only about a mile away...but it's free! After walking back from that we grab dinner at this place down the street called Illegal Pete's. It's a neat little place, they have a menu like Qdoba but they also have a bar and a really laid back atmosphere. Needless to say, after stuffing myself and a couple beers, I was ready for bed.
I woke up this morning refreshed and ready to see what this big city has to offer me. The bike trails here go forever, and there's several to choose from. One bike trail goes right behind Six Flags and to the doorsteps of Invesco Mile High Stadium, everything is so close to Eric's place, it's really nice. After riding, I decided to see the 16th Street Mall. It's a street, but it's just like a mall, store after store and lotsa restraunts. The buses run free up and down the street, get on or off anywhere. I went and saw the state capitol building and the city/county building. This afternoon, I decided I better start on this blog thing. So, here I sit outside Illegal Pete's, drinking a frosty Bud and typing away. I think I can get the hang of this vacation thing!
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
Huh, That Was Easy
Wow, this might be easier than I thought. My very first "blog", I feel so geeky. What's that? If the shoe fits? On the road tomorrow, nervous and excited at the same time. I hope to keep everyone posted on the adventures to come, check back often.
Dough
Dough
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