I woke up to the gentle sounds of their little monkey talking to her daddy. I looked up and she asked what I was doing, then came over, snuggled up to me and pulled the sleeping bag over herself. So I was able to awake to the snuggles and hugs of a cute little monkey which was good because at least once a day I need kid time especially when I’m away from my kids. I woke up, gradually, and after a bit of candy coffee we ended up going out to lunch.
The place they took me to was called the sizzling tasty Mongolian barbeque. This is the coolest place I’d ever been to. You take a bowl and go into the line were there are different items you place into the bowl. Broccoli, pork, beef, chicken, ham, carrots, bean sprouts, and much more with a huge vat of noodles at the end. There was more stuff and more stuff and more stuff and at the end of the line you were able to choose different sauces and oils and you hand your stuffed bowl over to the cooks at the end. The cooks then take your bowl over to a gigantic round metal donut looking grill and they pour out your food onto it to cook it. As they cook it they push the food around on the grill with two long sticks, spreading it out and moving it around the grill to the hottest areas. It’s dinner and a show really and the food when done was hot and delicious. So we ate and talked and tried to remain conscious, and after the stuff fest we went over to the local BevMo and I bought my buddy a decent bottle of rum.
We went back to his house and got a little more loaded and I was then on the road. I drove and drove and drove and tried like hell to stay conscious and aware. Which I did, barely.
I stopped by another buddy’s house on the way home and stirred his brain with my mixer of burning man, and drove on. He had told me of a new road to the freeway from his house so I took it and was pleasantly surprised. It was a single lane road that wound through the country and out to the 101. I took the freeway and the corresponding smaller highways back to my home by the bay.
