Quick update:

I forgot my modem at home. Damn me. That's why I didn't check in from Vegas. It was a grand time. More about it when I get home.

Right now I'm stuck in a stinking desert town called Four Corners. There are five of us. We're driving from Vegas to Oakland. Or is it Sacramento?? No one seems to know for sure. One of the trucks is broken down. We're waiting for a mechanic. Our flight is supposed to leave tomorrow from Oakland at 12:45 pm Pacific. We can't deliver the trucks until 8 am. The other drivers don't seem to think that we'll make our flight. I'm not stressing it.

The scenery is incredible. Gorgeous and lonely. I still wouldn't want to live out here, though.

Zack called earlier. He got us Maverick's tickets for Thursday night. I hope I make it back for the game.

We went through Barstow an hour ago.

"We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like 'I feel a bit lightheaded. Maybe you should drive.' And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car... which was going about a hundred miles an hour... with the top down to Las Vegas."

"Holy Jesus! What are these goddamned animals??"

"My attorney had taken off his shirt and was pouring beer on his chest to facilitate the tanning process."

"What the hell are you yelling about?"

"Never mind. It's your turn to drive."

"No point in mentioning those bats. The poor bastard will see them soon enough."

Talk to y'all when (and if) I get home. :D I do love an adventure.