Well, amigos, I made it across country in just shy of 63 hours. Beat that, sucka. I’m in Los Angeles, chillin’ on the beach with a coconut drink in hand.
No, not really. I actually feel like I’ve been hit by a truck. I knackered.
Only thing to report from yesterday’s drive: Phoenix sucks. I had never been, so I made a little detour to check it out. What a mistake. As a friend of mine said, “It’s like L.A. but without the cool stuff.” Yeah. And 105′F weather at the end of September. And 16-lane highways with bumper-to-bumper traffic for 20 miles. Oh wait, L.A. does have that…
I also happened to find out during this grueling Phoenix traffic episode that the van doesn’t have working air conditioning. Yikes.
Well, I’m off to pick up the band. They called me last night at 4am Eastern to tell me they were staying up all night after their show at Bowery Ballroom because their flight was at 8am. Uh. Okay, boys. Whatever you say.
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