5.21.2003
At 17:34 Thea Gilien writes:
TG: Okay so you'll be there... there in the bar-
CT: Right. Yeah. We'll meet there...
TG: Okay and wait for me - you know if you see me leaving bar don't-
CT: Wha-?
TG: Right I'll have to leave the place, and, you know, go to my car.
CT: Riiiight! You will "leave" but then you can drive around the block -
TG: Exactly. I go to the car. Bye-bye and then meet you in the bar.
CT: Yes. It's all coming together.
TG: Yes.
CT: And we need to practise that kind of thing anyway.
5.20.2003
At 22:58 Thea Gilien writes:
It all begins with a neat tri-fold binder with many plastic pockets.
Then you simply get in the car and drive. Drive endlessly down I-5 or I-99
(I think a roll of the die will take care of that decision).
A grilled-cheese sandwich here, a chocolate-banana milkshake there.
Drive, drive, drive. Finally, that last dip in the desert and up and over
and there is that glow, beckoning.
And it is exciting, the end of this part of the journey, but it is also
"uh oh". It is here we go - no sleep for the next 31 hours if you please.
Bring on the grittiness. Bring on that conviction that
three more coins really will hit the progressive.
"We're going to Vegas!"
We are going to hit the jackpot, baby.
Then we are going to drive, drive, drive some more. (TG)
At 21:27 Catherine Thorpe writes:
We're going to Vegas! We're going to Vegas! We're going to Vegas! We're going to Vegas! We're going to Vegas! We're going to Vegas! We're going to Vegas! We're going to Vegas! We're going to Vegas! We're going to Vegas! We're going to Vegas! We're going to Vegas!
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