Jayne and I made it out of Vegas alive (although not before enduring a comically surreal lecture from a couple of fat Midwestern fucks about the importance of converting to Christianity).
We picked up the brand new Miata from Hertz and drove through the desert to Los Angeles -- and then spent today just driving around with the top down, soaking up the flawless weather.
There's much more to report really, but I see no reason to bother right now being that I'm sitting on the pool deck at the Standard, drinking a Mojito.
We may never come home.
Friday, May 25, 2007
Posted by Chez at 6:39 PM