gtg, buddy, good to go

This deserves a post.

We arrived in Oklahoma City this evening and had a place to sleep via the couch surfing website. Went there and were greeted with a shot, which was nice after the drive. Hung around until our host got out of his hockey game. We're staying in the artsy area, so it's pretty sweet. Lots of awesome people and things to do. So OKC nightlife ensued. Went to some bar. Wednesday night is lady's night, apparently, which saved some money.

A couple free beers (lady's night) and a couple shots (Thankyou to the host) and all was good.

After this things start getting a bit messy. Not on my part or Andrew's, just to let you know.

Mr. Host gets drunk. Not like oh-I'm-a-little-stumbly drunk. Full on wasted face. Can't stand, incoherent, plastered. Please keep in mind that this is the proverbial broken cherry of couch surfing for moi.

Best quote: Don't get me arrested. I'm drunk.

So here we are. The poor guy is very drunk. We took care of him for awhile. I can't sleep, not like that's anything new since New Orleans. It wouldn't matter how fucked he was, he's a good guy. I loved the night here and would do it again, but only with him, that's how awesome he is.

Good people and better stories is why I could do this forever. Wanting a place to call "home" is why I won't.

Tomorrow is 9 hours and then Albuquerque and Flagstaff and the Grand Canyon. Then Tahoe. San Fransisco. Oregon and multiple stops. Seattle. Then it's 2999 miles to Florida and possibly wanting to do it all over again. Suggestions on a new place to live are greatly appreciated.