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Celebrity Post: Jason Busta I recently introduced Mr. Busta to the art of blogging, and he couldn't wait to get all up ins... Let me start this first ever guest entry of Bradley Peter Johnson's blog by warning that I am not very witty. I am, however, currently waiting the obligatory 10 minutes for my Wendy’s Frosty to defrost so my ice cream headache will not be so intense. Brad and I are currently on day 2 of our adventure to Cali (OK, so it's my adventure as he is actually moving). Currently, we are waiting for Susan at the San Francisco airport. Brad got his license plate number written down because he was parked — which is obviously illegal. I mean seriously, why would anyone be parked? Are they going to be committing some violation of the Homeland Security Act? Perhaps the security guard/airport nazi was upset at the recent announcement of the Kerry/Edwards ticket? Maybe he is lactose intolerant and was upset by Brad’s Wisconsin “America’s Dairyland” license plates? Or perhaps, he was just pissed off at life — the world may never know. I figured a brief recap of our trip may be in order, because along with not being very witty, I am also not very original. Our trip started in Minneapolis at 6:45 am on July 6th (which is about 5 hours earlier than I wake up). 375 miles into the trip, I tried to talk Brad into stopping in Council Bluffs, IA (which may or may not have gaming facilities) - but apparently I am not very convincing. After that, it was on to the great state of Nebraska which was packed full of fun:
After 12 action-packed hours of driving, it was time to visit nifty Wyoming. We stopped not only at a gas station but also at a tree growing out of a rock - we have pictures, neat. I also got to drive. As I started, we passed through western Wyoming into a beautiful sunset. Of course, we just had to go through the mountains when it was dark - not like we actually wanted something to look at for a change. Shortly after midnight local time, we entered the great state of Utah and stopped in Salt Lake City. Wendy provided us with a bite to eat, and we proceeded to pick up a couple of wives each - good times. I drove on through the straightest, flattest stretch of road in the world (according Mr. Johnson at least). We had been on the road for almost 24 hours when roughly 90 miles outside Reno I called my dad to tell him I was not dead. He gave me some sound advice about what to do while passing through Reno... Sounds like you could stop in and make a little money. Not wanting to let my father down, Brad and I arrived at the Paris Hilton Hotel and Casino at approximately 5:35 AM. I ordered a Bud Light 10 minutes later - beer had never tasted better. Sure, Brad and I had each only gotten about 2-4 hours of sleep in the past day or so, but it seemed like a good idea to have a drink. 1 turned into 2, and 2 turned into no more than 8, no less than 6. I'm not very good at math, but I did learn one new equation that day: Lack of sleep + drinking at 6 AM + driving 1700 miles = Driving into CA was horrible I've learned several fun facts on our trip, allow me to share a few:
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