The Landing

My flight time landed me in LA during peak hour traffic on a Friday, the Friday before Thanksgiving week. Perfect timing. There is never really a good time for LA traffic but that is one of the worst. It took longer then normal to get to the motel and relax even just for a little bit. That’s when the night started. Going out for drinks and drinking lots is always a bad thing but doing it with little sleep makes it even worse. The night was spent in a little bar called “Cowboy Palace” http://www.cowboypalace.com/
A few bourbons here, a few bourbons there. A little bit of redbull and the intoxication slowly crept in. The night was memorable for the company of the night. Meeting a friend of a friend was quite fun and its always nice to meet nice, lovely people. Other people we met on the night was a Man from Illinois and his wife, who liked to bare her breasts in what she called a shirt but was the size of a face towel. Of course, lots of perving from so called pool “watchers” was being done. After the pool playing ended and the drinking stopped, chips I believe were purchased and slowly eaten. The trip back to the motel with the window open was fun. The cold winter LA air kept me from throwing up in the car. Getting back to the motel was when I started to hug the toilet bowl. Always FUN! I slept quite well though after the vomiting stopped.

(Excerpt from My Trip To Canada)