I was just thinking the next ten days of my life over, and my life ****ing rocks! Saw the Drop Kick Murphys tonight, got to meet the band back stage, and someone bought all of my drinks as a going away present. Tomorrow I am officially out of Reno for good. Saturday I jump a plane to Seattle. Two days of debauchery and good times with my riding buddies in Sea town, then we load up Billy Boy's Subie and drive five of the dumbest kids you know into Canada to ride Whistler. Get back home for a day on the 12th, some friends are throwing a "let's ride N*, drink like retarded fish, and send Ian out with a blast" party on the 13th, then the girl gets here that night. We load up the truck, drive nice and easy down through Rachel, NV to see the aliens and Area 51, then down to Vegas for the night. Get into Arizona on Sunday, staying at the W on the new job's money, then move into my new place on the 16th. Life is pretty damn awesome when you just let it come around. Now, bring on the "diesel powered fail" and "please wipe my ass" comments.