Getting the Fuck Out Of Dodge

So this was it. Our final few hours in the last free state. Jesse was taking an alcohol powered super nap beside me poolside. There are two Aussie's beside me, getting a good head start on a bottle of something. Likely a bottle of pure freedom. Excellent work gentlemen.

We were facing the longest stretch of our trip. 40 hours on a bus from Las Vegas to New Orleans. We're supposed to be in Albuquerque right now, however we got too drunk and booked another night in Vegas. It went something like this...

Jesse - "Hey, we're drunk. Wanna stay another night?"
Cam - "As your attorney, I advise you to book a couple of beds"

And so it was.

And so our adventure continues into the deep south. We were due to arrive in Louisiana at 2PM on Monday. New Orleans is our last real stop on our invasion of America. We were soon going to realize, that our trip was wrapping up. New Orleans holds the only potential for being better than San Francisco. Well, at least to me. Jesse's night last night went something like this...

-Drunk
-playing guitar in the pool, the guitar was full of water
-being convinced by me to go to 7-11 in his underwear to buy beer
-it worked
-playing pool in a toga?
-snakes
-waking up to me handing him a beer at 8:45AM

And now he's asleep. New Orleans allows drinking in public, so I have faith that it can get crazier than SF. I'm hoping Jesse ends up oiled up in a cage dancing with ten men. This is gonna warrant a "gaying off" tag

-Cam