Lewaville, kay why.

Hey kids!

We're safely holed up in the Louisville, KY KOA. Heh! KY KOA! Anyhow, we've been bustin' ass through this-here land of ours, with spotty interwebs availability and a giant shit-ton of rain. Here's a quick update:

Thor's day: Elk City bus fixin' went well, as you might have noted. We got rolling the next morning and made it to Santa Fe. The campground was freaking awesome, as you might well expect if you've ever been to the high desert. Much excellent sleepings in the crisp mountain air, but some seriously fucking nasty dispositioned biting flies shared the bus with us.

Friggaday: Cliff came up to visit the campground and we enjoyed some "coffee and fellowship" (as the X-ians say) before heading down into the city proper for pre-wedding stuffs - tux fitting hotel checkings-into, exhaust leak fixing supply buying and etcetera. Rehearsal and rehearsal dinner taken care of, we headed back to La Fonda for some shut-eye.

Saturn-day: Played some pool with Cliff and the boys, ate the bext goddam tex-mex ever (no, seriously!), went to an art gallery for some Miller Lite-fueled statue critiquing and headed to the suite of Cliff's musical guests for some drinkin'.

Sunnyday:
Bought some straight money handmade cowboy boots. Got a haircut in the hotel bathtub (sorry, supernice La Fonda maintenance ladies!). Walked very slowly up the aisle in Loretto Chapel and stood at attention for like 50 years. Actually, it was a short and sweet hippy-ass ceremony of which I was proud to be a part. I didn't cry, though, in case you were wondering. Headed to the reception and drank like pirates. Tried out my new boots during a 3 am cigarette break, which was cool because Santa Fe was completely fucking deserted.

Moonday: HANGOVER!

to be continued, xoxo Scott...