Just a Tuesday in Carson City

Tuesday was a good day in Carson City. Jeremy who is a friend of IJ’s gave us a magnificent walking tour of Carson City. It is a nice little town. We had some Indian food which was all you could eat. My favorite thing that we ate was definitely the florescent pink chicken. I have no idea what cooking process or array of spices made the chicken that color. However, the bottom line was it was delicious, no matter the wave length. I also met up with Johnny C’s Dad MicK. We had some coffee and he told me about some excellent sites that we are going to try to check out on the rest of our journey. A very odd thing happened while we were in the coffee shop, which was called Comma Coffee. That is a good name for a coffee place, because it makes me chuckle. But as we were sitting sipping on some Carmel Coffee-slushy things, which were delicious by the way, something happened. A man who was sitting at one of the stools up by the counter started throwing-up. Now this wasn’t your average carrot bitts puke. This was mostly orange-like watery throw-up. It sounded like someone was hosing down the floor with their mouth. It was kind of discussing. But mostly, it was just really funny. The guy he was with was also just as drunk as the bleach-blond wavy-hair vomiting man. The person behind the counter was freaking out telling the vomiting albino that he had to go outside. The other guy just looked around with a chuckle and addressed all of us in the coffee shop. “Don’t worry about it folks. I was in Vietnam. I’ve seen much worse than this.” Really I have no idea why he told us that or how that would make us all think to ourselves “Oh yeah Vietnam, now that you mention that I am not disgusted that your friend is vomiting on the floor.” So we basically left the coffee shop and finished our coffee outside. After that, IJ and I went back to Jeremy’s house for some dinner. During the course of the dinner discussion IJ and I began to tell some stories about senior year track. I was beginning to tell a story about how our relay team was disqualified for throwing the baton after the race. As you all know, I can get pretty dramatic when I get into a story. So I was motioning with my left hand a sort of throwing type gesture. Oblivious to me, the spot where I was waving my hand was occupied by a glass of milk. My Left hand struck the glass of milk. Then there was that slow motion horror when you see something falling over and no matter how you try you know you will not be able to stop it. So you are left usually yelling some variation of “Oh No!” as you watch the glass tumble to the floor. This was one of those circumstances. The milk spilled everywhere. But don’t worry I didn’t cry over the spilled milk. (Did I just really say that? Man that was the corniest thing ever, but whatever) The entire family got a big kick out of my clumsiness. We all laughed hard it was a good time. Jeremy’s house is also at the bottom of this hill which IJ and I saw as a great climbing location. We traversed the dessert terrain to arrive at some magnificent rock formations. We climbed these and took some pictures. It was good fun. That night we went to see Da Vinci Code at a local movie theater. It was ok. Then I went to sleep. Our next destination is San Francisco. We will stop by Lake Tahoe on the way.