"I mean, look where we are!"

No where. That's where we were, but we were glad to be there. I spent the past few months trying to plan a road trip. My roomie from LA, Shayna, helped me plan it and we just kind of forced my other friend, Justin, into the car. Men aren’t very good planners.  Fact.  The first day we decided to just jam and get out about 14 hours of driving, because we figured that we wouldn’t want to see anything; probably the best choice we could have made. I don’t know if any of you have ever driven through the back roads of California, Arizona or New Mexico, but imagine  the place where all the boring and awful things are born….and then add like, a bajillion degrees. That’s what that drive is like. Flagstaff, AZ offered some much needed relief. Flagstaff was beautiful; trees, green, big , blue open skies, everything we needed! We met some sweet people, drank some gross, gross coffee and left. Theeeeeeen it was back to looking like the inside of an old crack pipe. We made it to Albuquerque, which is seriously where they make all the meth heads in the US; we didn't think we were gonna make it, we thought the storm that was brewing would kill us...uh. No. that happened in another state, on another day...anyways. The show Breaking Bad makes that place looks way better than it actually is. We got to our super swanky Motel 6 where we were greeted by stoned neighbors, LOUD neighbors, rain, probably a foot fungus lurking in the shower and bugs in our bed. Not bed bugs, just, ya know, BUGS. We left first thing in the morning, and were told a cheery “Good morning!” By the neighbors who had kept us up all night….Uh…WHY ARE YOU AWAKE? When I left that sad, sad town and thought, man. How blessed am I to have grown up in a place (and be heading to a place) that is so beautiful and isn’t the place where all good things go to die? 

This day wasn't very exciting. Mostly Justin drumming in the car and saying, "This is so cool!" And Shayna and I rolling our eyes. So, a typical day.