A good trip

7-26-10




Running on fumes this morning. I need sleep badly. I am using coke to supplement my energy requirements. It isn’t the best thing, but it will have to do



My trip is going to be documented in two journals. One is a piece I was inspired to write about an incident at the concert. Let’s just say trailer trash plus ignorance equals a lot of unhappy concert goers, all of whom were in the car I went in.



The trip itself was uneventful. Our flight was pretty easy out there and Andy and Scott picked us up. I rode with Scotty, Bob and Paul. Bob and Paul are old friends of Andy and Scott and they were up for the concert. I have met Bob many times and he is a sweetie. Paul was great and seriously, looks just like Dr. Cox!



Saturday was lazy. We played around the house, I took the boys on an adventure. We went into town at one point, but it was a quick trip. We had to get back since we were having an early dinner.



Grandma and Grandpa took the boys to go see Despicable Me. The original suggestion was that they were going to take them to see Toy Story 3, but I was concerned that they would not be able to handle Dax getting freaked about the evil monkey. Despicable Me seemed like a much more light show. They loved it, but I am pretty sure they loved playing at McDonalds even more. They got to go there after the movie. It was there that they met a little boy named Dante. Bobby had told me he met a new cool friend whose belly button lit up. I wasn’t sure if this meant an alien or an over active imagination. I opted to check his sources. There was in fact a little boy named Dante, and he had this little flashlight on his belt that was under his shirt and made his belly button light up. Too cute.



Any hoo, Dante and Bobby bonded. When Bobby and Dax had to leave, Dante broke down sobbing asking if they could come over later. TOO CUTE! So phone numbers were exchanged and next time we come up, we might need to give them a call to go play at McDonalds again. I am a little bummed I missed this!



While they were breaking little boys’ hearts, we were concert going. It was Ken, Andy, Scott, Lyn, Bob and Paul.



Ok, breaking news. I am not ok right now. For a little graphic TMI, keep reading. I am spooked and freaked out, so forgive me if I am being a little too forthcoming. I just went to the bathroom, and I pooped. Not unusual activity, and to be honest I was mostly in there because I wanted to nap. LOL! Any hoo, I have been a smidge backed up since the trip. It happens when I get up there. Altitude messes with my nose and bowels. Super annoying. Dax gets the same issues. So I got up, and I looked into the bowl to see blood everywhere. It was as if I had started my period, which seemed reasonable to me until I determined with a quick wiping that the blood in fact was from the back door, not the front. Holy hell! It was bright red, and there seemed to be tons of it. My ass doesn’t hurt, nor does it feel like I have a cut or something like that. My stomach feels ok, and when doing stupid net searches for cause, my rational side is telling me to stay calm. It seems like it is probably from some straining when I pooped and rather than panic and call the doc, I should give it a couple of times this morning to see if it is still there. If for some reason it doesn’t look better, then I should call the doctor. Of course, I am spooked and my ass is hyper sensitive to things probably not going on right now.



Ok, back to the show.



It was at this Indian reservation called Thunder Valley. Man, so many problems there. Security would not help us when people were smoking in the stands, even though it clearly stated on the ticket no smoking. Plus, the ticket time said 8:30 start time, yet we got there at 7:30, and someone was already playing, and what made it worse was that it was someone we didn’t know was playing, and someone we would really want to see!!! Allison, who was another person from Adam’s season, was rocking out and AWESOME. We only saw like 3 songs. She was added last minute, but fuck you Thunder Valley. They started the show early. Plus, they have our email addresses. Why not send out a text or something? I have more stories to share about a trailer trash whore calling Ken, and really the rest of the guys, fags and went off on them about stuff. It was horrid, but like I said, that has inspired a tolerance piece I will work on when I am more awake.



Adam himself was amazing. The show was outside and we had a nice breeze in the bleachers. He sang wonderfully. I wish the place would have used the giant tv screens so that we could have seen him closer up, but they sucked on so many levels we could not possibly expect anything good from them.



We went into the casino itself after the show just to look around. I also was hoping to find some kind of phone number or web site to complain to. We went into the non smoking section where there were nickel and penny slots. Ken gave me 3 dollars. I put one in a machine that annoyed me. I went to the next machine, and I was not impressed. Last machine was more traditional, just looking for 7’s and BAR’s. I got bored after a little while, and cashed out. At this point, my winnings was $16! Woo hoo! I hate gambling, so I was pleased to be able to walk out with a profit.



We got back late, about 12:30. The boys were passed out asleep, which was great! We were able to sleep, and even sleep in since they had also been run ragged. YAY!



Sunday was not nearly as hot, and it was awesome that while we were sitting out on the deck, the clouds rolled in and it started to rain. It was still warm out, so the rain was amazing. The boys ran in it, we all sat in it. We even opted to take a walk in it, all of the household hiking through the woods, getting wet and having a good time. LOVED THAT! Honest, that may have been my favorite part of the whole trip.



The boys crashed out in a nap and really most of Sunday was Ken being asked to help on some computer stuff, and myself and Lyn hung out in the living room chit chatting and trying not to fall asleep. LOL! It was really nice.



Ann came over and gave us the scoop on George. It doesn’t look good. He is having to use the restroom every 2 hours, and his backend is raw. He is tired and sore and is not allowed any pain meds stronger than Tylenol. He has to take these certain pills (that cost like $3K!) that are making things better, but they take their toll. On the positive side, he is hydrated and keeping his demeanor. Ann called him a perfect gentleman and I could see the tears behind her eyes as she said this about her soul mate. I know she is scared of losing him, and I really don’t know how she stays so strong. Not that I ever want to go through that, but man, I don’t know if I am a strong enough person. I would be a mess!



Our flight home was a pain in the ass only because Dax had the ear issues again. We had even given them Benadryl hoping that would clear up Dax’s nose so that the popping would not be as bad. I had lollipops since he doesn’t chew gum. Nothing really helped and he has issues. I feel bad since I get frustrated with him not listening to my advice on it and all he does then is cry. Of course, once it was done, he was mostly fine. The guy next to us in the plane was impressed with how much Dax loved the plane ride (aside from the popping). He asked me about the gum, and I mentioned that since he was only 3, I thought gum wasn’t a good idea. He looked at me dumfounded and says, “He’s only 3????” He proceeds to tell me how his niece is 3, and she seems like an infant compared to Dax. And he wasn’t talking about size. He was super impressed with Dax’s intelligence. He even asked me if he was advanced. I feel so proud.



Luna about crapped herself she was so excited I was home. Hopefully it is nice out today since I think I need to take her into the pool tonight.



Of course, all of this is dependent on my ass.



A nice swim would certainly wake me up.



Soda not doing it, and I would imagine it is doing more harm than good with the poo issues. The fan also is not keeping me awake, which is frustrating. Not sure where to go from here. I am bothered that a tiny part of me hopes the blood is more serious only because if I am in the hospital, I will get some sleep.



Ok, good news is there was no gobs of blood this last visit to the restroom. Only a smidge, so it must mean that it is something minor. I will keep an eye on it, but I think I am in the clear.



I honestly wonder how long I could stay in the bathroom here and not be noticed.