Dip and I flew from cold Portland today to the sunny oasis in the desert Palm Springs. We took off at the butt crack of dawn (Dipstick booked the flights!) and got into San Diego during the breakfast hour. I snapped this shot after I woke from my cruising 34,000 feet nap.
We drove two hours through the Califronia hills until we hit the heat and the parched hills of the Southwest.
Right now, I'm typing this by the pool drinking a cold Corona. Such a rough life... The real work starts tomorrow when we work the CURVE booth whoring our books for hours on end, trying to sell as many copies as we can to skantily clad drunk chicks. I know, it's not easy being us...