SACRA - TOMATO, CALIFORNIA!
It was 7am when the knock came at our door. It was the morning manager of the dive motel we were staying at in Bend (over), Oregon. It seems that our complaint about the lack of internet connectivity the night before had now been addressed. Imagine Kevin's response to this at 7am! It wasn't pretty and the manager now knows what his mother really was and also what Kevin would like to do to his sister! Since we were awake, we got up and hit the road - EARLY! That got us way ahead of our plans and we ended up 452 miles south in Sacramento, California before we stopped.
We had to slip into town under cover of darkness since we were both born and lived most of our lives here. Well, Stacy was actually born in Marin County, but her family got run out of town and had to move to Sacramento when she was only six months old. We're not sure, but apparently there was some issue involving her dad, their hot tub and two high school cheerleaders - but again - it's never been confirmed. Anyway, for all intent and purposes we spent pretty much most of our lives here until about six or seven years ago when we were not so politely asked to move to the other end of the state - Palm Springs.
Aside from all that, we had dinner tonight with Stacy's brother (Alan) and his wife (Shawnie) because everyone else kept hanging up on us when we called. Besides, we figured it would be safe to have dinner with them considering their backgrounds. Actually, Alan is doing very well on his work release program and Shawnie got a job even though she can't be bonded. Let's just say that we've never heard that they ever turned on anyone, even when it meant an extra pack of cigarettes, easy duty in the laundry or even extra time in the yard. Besides, none of us had to pay for dinner because of Alan's old "piece of glass in the food" routine. It works everytime - but they can never go to the same restaraunt twice. Tomorrow, we may just put on disguises and stay another day - but you never know...
Safely aross the border - WE CAN'T BELIEVE IT! Weed, California - Hmmmm, wonder what they sell there?
California! - You gotta love this state! Stacy with Shawnie & Alan - Their tattoos don't show.
We had to slip into town under cover of darkness since we were both born and lived most of our lives here. Well, Stacy was actually born in Marin County, but her family got run out of town and had to move to Sacramento when she was only six months old. We're not sure, but apparently there was some issue involving her dad, their hot tub and two high school cheerleaders - but again - it's never been confirmed. Anyway, for all intent and purposes we spent pretty much most of our lives here until about six or seven years ago when we were not so politely asked to move to the other end of the state - Palm Springs.
Aside from all that, we had dinner tonight with Stacy's brother (Alan) and his wife (Shawnie) because everyone else kept hanging up on us when we called. Besides, we figured it would be safe to have dinner with them considering their backgrounds. Actually, Alan is doing very well on his work release program and Shawnie got a job even though she can't be bonded. Let's just say that we've never heard that they ever turned on anyone, even when it meant an extra pack of cigarettes, easy duty in the laundry or even extra time in the yard. Besides, none of us had to pay for dinner because of Alan's old "piece of glass in the food" routine. It works everytime - but they can never go to the same restaraunt twice. Tomorrow, we may just put on disguises and stay another day - but you never know...
Safely aross the border - WE CAN'T BELIEVE IT! Weed, California - Hmmmm, wonder what they sell there?
California! - You gotta love this state! Stacy with Shawnie & Alan - Their tattoos don't show.
Bad, bad influence on the American society. Don't you know drugs are illegal? Oh, right, not if you use the whole "medical marijuana" excuse again.
And, I think those two people that you are eating with are MUCH better looking. Do you want me to photoshop their faces onto all of your pictures. I'll do for a couple grand. :0)
Glad to hear your back in the state...love you!
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As you two return to your home state the real reason for the trip has become clear-you are about to announce your running for the office of president of the United States! You've really been going around the country getting voters lined up for next year. All the barmaids, law enforcement, gas station attendants, motel managers, the real voters of America!! I can see it now your platform of beer in every kitchen and a Harley in every garage (something like that worked once before). We could be a nation that rediscovers itself by following your example of drinking around the country(we need some other incentive than "see the sights"). What cleaver people you really are. Foreign diplomats could be swayed in their opinion by some beer, boobs and bikes! Domestic policy would be no imported beer! Trade would be from Best Buy to Best Buy! Waffle Houses would be soup kitchens for all! Its an amazing platform which could be sold by you guys to the public. " A vote for Kevin and Stacy is a vote for??????". I hear it now, Hail to The Chief being played on kazoos as you march up Pennsylvania Avenue to take your rightful place in the city, a table at the Washington DC Hooters!!
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