Get the Address, Bitch!

As we entered Colorado the terrain began to change from a flat landscape to one with hills that grew into mountains.  We began to see foliage and there was more ground cover; not exactly grass, but certainly more than had grown in Wyoming.

P- Did you get the address from Jerry?

G- Not yet, why?

P- I want to program it into Fran.

G- We have time for that.  Fran knows where we're going for, at least, the next hour or so.

P- I'd just like to get the address into Fran in case she wants to take us a different way than she thinks now.

G- She doesn't want to take us a different way.  Just drive and stop worrying about it.  Find me a place to go to the bathroom.

P- Ask Fran for the closest gas station or restaurant.

G- Sweet baby Jesus!  Just drive until you see a gas station or something on the side of the road.

P- Please just put the address in Fran.

G-  ARGH!!!!!!!!!!  *sigh*  I'll text Jerry again.

We arrived at Jerry's & Cyndie's house around 6:00pm.  A good N'awlins boy, he had prepared shrimp creole for dinner. We met his son, Payton, had a couple of beers and caught up.  Jerry & I went to high school together and we probably hadn't see each other since the 10 year reunion. Facecrack surely is great for reconnecting with old friends.