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Sunday, 05/10/09
Awoke to the sound of the parking of the bus and a needy stomach. The demand was evident. Projectile vomiting of lovely purple and spinach dip. Last night's wine mixture obviously a bad choice. Tacky glass with roses in them, sappy cards, and lacy ugliness adorned the shelves of the gas station entry way leading to my puking haven. Happy mother's day. Couple hours of sleep, intake of water, and another puke session. May I now recommend coca-cola for those who may find themselves also afflicted with the wine flu. Driving, driving, and overheating. A rip in the radiator hose. Our mother's intestines were vulnerable and bleeding of radiator fluid. Poor crucial on mother's day. An hour and a half of surgery by mike and josh with Incision here, yank there, clamping of the hose and ra cha! Celebration. Then......the bottle of gin met mark. The intimacy of their short lived relationship made me want to gag. Such affection. Such complete intake of the warm gin......straight gin, mind you. No dry love here. Time passed. Their interaction continued then.....“This is a good thing guys don't worry.” Bowed at the top front of the bus, poised over the top of the steps and with rock hand in the air, the transparent and sherbet explosion flowed freely. A waterfall of accomplishment. “i achieved my goal. I went into it wanting to puke.” Day three, third puke of the day. Welcome to tour. Welcome to Montana home of mothers with mullets and kids who hate where they live.