What a weekend!

Friday night, I was invited to share a room at a local casino with my best friend.  I was going to decline, since Kevin's mom was coming to town, but Tammy said that Linda was welcome to join us.  Linda loves that kind of stuff.  By the time Friday rolled around, it was Tammy, me, Linda, Linda's mom, "GG".  We all headed to the casino.

We started with a great dinner there, then headed to the casino floor.  None of us did very well, we all managed to lose the money we brought to gamble, but we were smart enough to only take what we could afford to lose (not much!).  Tammy and I got to the room after 1am and crashed.

We awoke early to head home, and I was beat.  I tried to make a good effort to do the weekend mommy thing, but was failing fast.  I finally took a 2 hour nap.  When I woke up, I was ready to start preparing food for Brett's movie night/sleepover.  Within 10 minutes, my cell phone was ringing.  I answered to hear dad asking "how much do you love your Daddy?"  Ruh Roh.

Seems they were stuck in Branson.  There are many many chapters of this story, so I linked to the whole journal.  Scroll down, it's worth it.  Anyway, Kevin went to Dad's to let some air out of the shocks and rear tires, for a smoother ride.  At 6, I headed out.  It was an uneventful trip (PHEW!) and I arrived at 10, after refueling the beast.  We laughed and I got the whole story while we watched some TV.  Up until 1am again.

Sunday, we got the bike loaded (NOT EASY) and headed out.  It was a good trip, and I enjoyed the time with Mom and Dad.  We got home in time for me to tell Linda and GG goodbye, then wen't to Mom's to watch the Chiefs game (GO CHIEFS!)

I was so dead last night that I pretty much collapsed after Grey's Anatomy (good show) and got a great night's sleep.  Wow, I'm ready for a boring weekend.

All that being said:  I do love a good road trip.  Call me any time, Daddy.  Never again let me complain about mediocrity...NEVER!