My fun trip

While the rest of the blogger world descends upon Vegas like a cloud of drunken locusts, I'll be traveling across the country.

On June 2nd, I fly from LAX to Charlotte. I will arrive at 10pm, and if my brother's not too drunk/high to pick me up, I'll be sleeping in Charlotte on the 2nd. He's working a "Fight Club" type job, so he's eager to take a few days off and drive me the four hours to Wilmington. I'm grateful.

June 3rd should be the Charlotte-Wilmington-Charlotte leg of my travels. I'm not sure if I'm staying at my brother's house, or my best college buddy's. Jason is a great guy, but he is married and I might not be welcomed.

June 4, it's the Charlotte to Memphis leg. I think I'll be stopping in Nashville to have a meal with a college-freshman-roommate-turned-country-singer-wannabe. I have no clue how much of a chance Ben has to break big on the scene. Good luck to him. He's always been solid.

Memphis is Doctor Drew's territory. The last time I was there, I was on another cross-country trip, and hung with him for New Year's Eve. Drew has a solid drinking buddy since freshman year, and The Saucer is an excellent drinking venue with quality brew. She wanted some lovin', but she booted, or I woulda hooked it up in the Volunteer State. Ladies, please, if you're thinkin' I'm worth your time, please please please, pace yourself. Thank you.

June 5 will see me drive from Memphis to Dallas TX. My dad and stepmom live in Plano, and will put me up in a nice bed. And I think I have a Fiorentino jersey waiting for me, too. Dad and stepmom are recently back from Europe, where Dad was thoroughly unimpressed with the casinos in Monte Carlo. They picked up a soccer (err, pardon me, football) jersey for me, which should be pretty cool. I think I asked for a magenta Roma jersey, but as I am not an international traveler, I can't be picky.

June 6 is the Dallas to Albuquerque leg of my trip. Chris is putting me up in the 'Querque ("kirky"), but has repeatedly warned me about his big slobbering dogs. I don't particularly care. It'll be the last leg of my trip, and not sleeping in my car in the middle of the desert is way more important than dog drool. And besides, the word is that Chris is a Good Time Party Guy. I might even spend an extra day in New Mexico for shits and giggles.

June 7 is the Albuquerque to Tustin CA leg. It's a Tuesday, but perhaps I'll stop at Casino Morongo in Cabazon for kicks. (C'mon, don't you love yelling "Cabazon" at the top of your lungs? Ok, fine, it's just me then.) My schedule is tentative. I plan on having everybody's addresses and phone numbers early. I DON'T plan on racing my ass across the country and getting home with two days off to kill. If I'm killing time, it's definitely going to be drunk and/or playing poker in the Midwest/Southwest part of the US.

I'll be bringing my poker set with me, cards, chips and all. My brothers play fairly often, and they're horrible. Jason plays monthly, and thinks he's better than his opponents. I don't think I'll be playing west of the Mississippi, barring something odd. It might be smart for me to follow a pattern of "drive early, drink moderately, and sleep well". Or perhaps "drive fast, flirt hard, sleep double". Whatever. I suck. Mock my inability to not suck at your leisure.