Sometimes, you just have to run away. 

I’ve been feeling a bit restless the past month for lack of general comraderie and having fun. Or at least, just doing whatever the hell I wanted without somebody being all up in my grill about.  Well, I’m happy to say that has been mediated for the most part.

I drove to California last week to pick up my mom and bring her to Vegas and to get some girls to sign the lease for the rental we have in our hometown.  The girls ended up bailing, which sucked for my bro, but I got a whole lot out of it.

Firstly, the six hour drive was HEAVENLY. It was just me and my music.  All I have to say about that is I may not watch Glee but the music to the show is DEF road trip music if, like myself, you like to sing loudly to semi-grade music. 

I got to my mom’s a bit earlier than expected and made plans to hang out with one of my friends.  We trolled the downtown scene in a neighboring town. It was pretty sad—one of the bartenders didn’t know the difference between soda and tonic!—but we got a pair of free drinks. 

We drove back and now I have my momma with me to just hang with.  I have to work quite a bit but today we went and had a cup of coffee and a danish in a little shop then hit up the Casino.  I lost 20 but she won 50.  I pretty much don’t care too much about the Casino’s but my mom loves going to them and seeing that look of pleasure when she wins something is well worth any money I lose.  We came home and played poker.  I was cutthroat, like usual, and won. 

It’s been nice. 

Oh, and, the whole reason I started writing this post was because the drive to and fro reignited my desire to write.  I am currently working on a little piece that, frankly, I’m gonna work hard to get published somewhere!