The chapter in which I move to California and Jeffy-poo comes along for the ride. Along the way we visit D.C., Graceland, Dallas (the X where JFK was shot), Carlsbad Caverns, and those awesome Cabazon Dinosaurs from Pee Wee’s Big Adventure.
The best: Dallas. We stayed with friends who showed us around. We got drunk, I ate the best Mexican food I’ve ever eaten, and Clay Buccholz threw a no-hitter for the Red Sox while I followed along on someone else’s Blueberry. Fun.
The worst: Somewhere between Phoenix and LA. The car started overheating, so we had to turn off the AC while we were driving through the desert. It was so unbearable that we pulled over in some nowhere town, planning on catching a movie while we waited out the heat. But when we found a theater, it wasn’t playing anything (literally anything). We played videogames in the lobby, which is normally a great time waster, but it was a half-hearted, impatient waste of time. No fun at all.