good morning

Ah. La Quinta Inn...nothing like it. My ethnic car-mate has just informed me that it means "The Fifth." Fantastic name for a hotel. But I would not rather be anywhere else. The sounds of the I-10 as you wake up. Removing the empty Bud Light bottle from behind your tire in the morning. The Continental Breakfast that has been taken by the other inhabitants. Don't get me wrong, I am quite grateful for the place to stay (Thanks mom and dad), but this is something to laugh about in the future.

Artie and I walk down to get our continental breakfast, and lo and behold, there are about...5 families downstairs, which somehow translates to about 50 people, all trying to get a piece of the breakfast that was advertised. This was a fantastic display for survival. I mean, there were mothers carrying about 10 milks to their young. I literally saw one table, where everyone had their own silverware, that had about 6 un-opened spoons just sitting there. At that time, we were looking for spoons, so you can see the frustration. It was alright though, I had my Lucky Charms, and Artie had his whole-wheat Total (a decision he wasn't most pleased with later). But regardless, we are delaying our departure by sitting here and watching American Dreamz (dreams with a z!) and so we need to get going.

I am driving the first leg of our shorter trip today, but I'll be riding shotgun the second half, so I'll hopefully either update this or be hitting some of you people up mid-afternoon.

I love you all.
Thanks for being supportive.
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