Last Tuesday night Craze came into LA and we started partying immediately.   We hung out and waited til Mister was getting up for work, at 12:30 am, then we took our drunk asses to bed.   The next day would be the first of many hangovers for Craze and I.

Wednesday morning we dragged our hungover asses out of bed, showered and headed to Long Beach to pick up our cool SUV looking mini van.  Craze was nervous driving in LA but she did fine, considering we took one street straight back!  lol

The girls arrival was a little late so we took advantage of that time to have a couple of servings of the homemade chili beans I had cooked and downed a red beer, each, to get right.  Then we headed out to kill a few last minute errands before heading to LAX for Ho pick up.

I’ve got to tell you, I don’t do LAX.  Its crazy and scary and NUTS.   Anytime we do go to LAX its always curbside pick up and drop off.   But this time we had two Ho’s to pick up and had to park.   Umm, I made the mistake of parking at terminal 2 when Sue was landing in terminal 3.  That meant Craze, my kids and I had to walk like fifteen MILES to her terminal!  (Not really but being tired and hungover it might as well be fifteen miles!)

Wouldn’t you know it, her flight was a little late, then the luggage carousel stopped after dropping a few bags and we had to wait about ten to fifteen minutes.  Meanwhile Beth is calling me that she’s landed already and is waiting for us to pick her up in terminal 5! 

We get Sue and her stuff, drive by terminal 5 to pick up Beth then we’re on our way laughing and talking and singing and hugging and just having a great time.  Everyone is excited to get to the house, drop their shit and just chill.  But we can’t just yet because Beth’s man, who is arriving that night, needs us to find a fricken REI and go buy him some camping fuel.  Fucken Mattrix isn’t even there and he’s already fucking with our vacation!

We go out of our way to get his fuel and now I don’t know where I am!  I don’t go to LA so the freeways I see mean nothing to me.  No choice but to take the streets home from LA.  Ugh.  Its me, two kids, four white girls and a mini van full of luggage driving through Compton to get home.   Lock the doors!

Eventually we get home, get freshened up and head to Long Beach for dinner and drinks.   I don’t know why but I didn’t take but one picture in Long Beach.  I think its because we were all anxious to get home, get in comfy clothes and start partying!

Don’t know what time I went to bed because I went in the house to pee and never made it back out.  I made a right turn, to our bedroom, instead of a left, to go back outside,  and passed out.  I pulled a Craze.  Opps my bad.

The following morning we got up, ate and got ready while Mister packed our van to send us girls on our way.  It was road trip time!

The drive was a good one, not too bad for LA weekday traffic.  We made one stop and when I went to open the back of the van for my sweatshirt the fricken 18 pack of Bud Lite shifted and came SMASHING down to the ground and broke all over the place.  DAMMIT!   Not only will I have to buy more beer when I get to Vegas but now at 10am I smell like beer and haven’t had one to drink!

On the way up to Vegas I begin not feeling so hot.  I think I felt it coming on the day or two before but didn’t think it’d catch me, but it did.  I came down with the worst cold I’ve ever had.   I didn’t even make the whole drive up to Vegas, I had to stop and let Sue finish the drive in because I wasn’t feeling well.  And by this point I’ve lost my voice.  And for those of you who know me, this is a real bummer because I LOVE to talk!
 
We get to the house, Sassy arrives by cab not long after we do.  We pick our rooms, drop our shit and start partying…again.   With all the traveling we did that day we were tired and hungry.  We suck because we were ALL in bed that night by 10pm.  Oh yeah, we’re wild.

Here’s a few of pictures from the first couple of days together: