unat '04--Day One

Lubbock, TX to Cisco, TX.
Today's Mileage: 214 mi. Total Mileage: 214 mi.
Time in Transit (TT): 3 hours Total Time in Transit (TTT): 3 hours
Quote of the Day (QOD): "Whoa, you workless piece of funky f@#!"—S. L. Sanderson
News of Note (NON): A large black metal sign affixed to a deer processing shop in Moran, TX offers "Hambugers" [sic]. Mmmmm.

By the lunch hour, Dexter, Shelby and Sherman (yes, many of my friends have unusual names, like B Movie characters) arrive in Shelby's Vehicle-That-a-Hotel-Salary-Pays-For and after a meal of al pastor-like meats, we head on to Cisco by 1:30. The QOD was a result of simple road rage (okay, it was only a case of road annoyance) on the part of Mr. Sanderson before we've even left the city limits. The trip is uneventful and my parent's place in Cisco awaits, where we find pasta, the family, hike the property and proceed to drink all the beer that Milwaukee (or Golden)can manufacture.

This evening, the boys learn not to play any games with my stepdad (he has a tendency to cheat). I personally learn never to play poker with Sherman—he cleans everybody at the table's clock. During the hike down to the creek, where there are bones and bass and laughter, I have a thought. It's funny, I came to Texas in 1980 as a pretty rural sort of person, yet my friends have generally known me in an urban context. I wonder it they can tell that I'm more comfortable here. Or maybe they think it's just the beer. We all fall asleep with the satellite 80's channel droning in the background 'til the wee hours. I wonder if I'll ever get Kim Wilde out of my pounding head.