The kids had to work, and no one else wanted to come, so it was just the two of us--troubleshooting DG and stopping on the roadside (BIG trucks up there, lol) to take pictures.
Later that evening, he went into the city...
...and got skunked.
I got lost--no clue how I ended up going twenty miles in the other direction. But at two am--I really didn't care. It's dark out there--and I was tired. He tried to get a ride back, but I guess no one wanted to stop.
Lucky for him, I found my exit and got back on I-5. I think next time, he's going to have to take a designated driver--
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The kids got jobs already? Did he get skunked at Pacman too? He sure does see a lot of asphalt.
I've had nights like that. Not in the last fifteen years, but I still remember them cl... um well, not clearly but clearly enough.
lol, Jeanna!! Yeah--I guess he does see a lot of asphalt, from really really close up. And my kids are working kind of people--not that they like to work. But anyway...
...and yes, he lost at Pac-man, drank lots of grasshoppers because "some girl" told him to, and got thrown out when him and my kid tried to convince the bartenders they needed "to-go" cups.
Alice, thank God--I don't get drunk and roll around on the road anymore. Who would drive?
Ohmigawd! Pac Man! I used to drive myself crazy with that game.
Seems like Cowboy had an action-packed visit, lol.
(Big guffaw at Alice's comment.)
Back before "designated drivers" I did both the drinking and the driving. I was one of those who went real, real slow.
at two in the morning, in the dark--on unfamiliar streets, I go real slow too. Some people go real fast and fall off the road. Too bad, they're hundreds of feet up in the air.
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