twelve bars of bobby d.

"i saw you making love with him, you forgot to close the garage door..."

he's so silly.

so california was a blast. i saw the badlands of utah. the flatlands of kansas and colorado. denver was really nice, i liked it a lot. i stayed in a seedy little hotel in the mexican part of town. there was an empty bottle of lube in the bureau. the rockies just kind of loom out at you, with no foothills or warning, right behind Denver. the towns there look super european, with roundabouts and fir trees and germanic style houses. the parks are clean and neat, everything is modern. the I-70 curves insanely, the semi's go about 35 mph, everyone else 65 mph. there are runaway truck ramps on the down side of hills that are either super steep uphill grades or big pits of gravel. colorado after the rockies is wrinkled hills and then it gets very arid and then it becomes desert (and then you're in Utah). Utah is like where Bud lives in Kill Bill. except with mesas. and massive massive valley's. and dry lake beds. Nevada was more of the same. i drove through Utah and Nevada averaging 85 mph. the roads are flat and long and straight, you pass another car every thirty minutes. spent the night in Ely, Nevada in this 8-room hotel owned by a old german woman. the rooms didn't have telephones, and while in good shape, were straight out of the 60s.
sacramento was carlos, flora, and naira. they took me on a tour, showed me the sites, and we went out to eat indonesian. i got food poisoning and was out for a day. i recovered sufficiently to drive to san diego, by way of San Francisco and Highway 1. i stopped for breakfast in san francisco and inadvertantly parked in a truck loading zone. the car was towed, $220 to get it out. that was tense. Highway one was beautiful, but slow. i did pull over a lot to check out the views. i really like the pacific. i saw a lighthouse and a seal, two things i'd never seen before.
i drove through LA at night, around 9 PM. somewhat stressful, but not that bad. kind of trippy, actually, because i was listening to Radiohead and watching this river of lights flow (yellow one way, red the other) through fourteen lanes. I spent the night and next few days with Megs (who was so awesome as to let me crash at her place). she took me to the beach, introduced me to her friends, took me record shopping in San Diego, and, best of all, took me to Pedro's taco stand. holy god. i haven't had tacos that good since Jesse's Pronto Quick back in texas.
from San Diego i drove to vegas where i walked the strip. i crossed the hoover dam, threw a quarter in and made a wish, and ended up in arizona. i had a really good breakfast that next day, and wrote several postcards. went on to albuquerque. it was by far the most unfriendly town i went to. from there to Tulsa. i really hated Oklahoma. it was like all the inbred hillbillies from missouri went and founded their own state. oh yeah, i couldn't rent a room in a "respectable" hotel as i was 18, and you have to be 21 to rent from them. so i stayed in a really seedy dive with blood spray on the ceiling and a door that had been battered down. there was free porn on the TV, and no gideon's bible. i was really missing nancy by this point, so i drove from tulsa to cincinnati in a day, getting home a day early. she flipped out because i suprised her.

so now i'm back to more mundane things. like going to eira's pot luck tonight. score