So we talked, and soaked, and talked some more, and then it was time to boogey back to the RV. I was so tired I could barely keep my eyes open. So I headed back and got ready for bed. My buddy walked back with me and he was out as soon as his head hit the pillow. I puttered around and arranged stuff and then passed out as well. Before I did though I set my alarm for 8:30 in the am as I was wanting to get some grub before we left. So I set the watch, doffed my glasses, and to sleep I went.
The next day duder made breakfast before I was even really conscious, so I awoke to the smells of eggs and oranges and tasty treats. As I was waking up he was already in the driver’s seat and had wolfed down his food. I got dressed, got semi awake, and was getting my boots on when he started up the RV and was ready to go. He had a prior dinner engagement at around six in the PM that night so he was all for splitting as soon as possible. He kept asking about whether I was going to eat or not and I told him to go ahead and drive on over to the office and check out. I put the yogurt and the eggs and all away in the fridge and got in the front seat. I was following through from my vow the night before to not eat any of his food. And I didn’t for the rest of the trip. He ended up eating the rest of my food, except for the yogurt as it was in the fridge. I don’t think he knew where it was.
I wanted to have breakfast at the philosophy café as the cook from the night before wasn’t going to be cooking and a full stomach for the road is a must have. But it was not destined to be. So I got a few scones from the office area, and went down to the café to pay for them. The dude doing the cooking tried like hell to get me to eat there as the road is ever longer when hungry, but I couldn’t as the buddy was chomping at the bit. So scones in tow we set off for the wild blue yonder.
