…From the floor up.

Bitches:

I will be gone for a while.  OMG at will, text friends, update Facebook accordingly.

But don’t cry for me.  I will return.  I have no doubt that this legendary hangover will result in me sullying a pristine canyon full of pictographs, petroglyphs, and Anasazi/Ute/Navajo ruins with my own foul hangover vomit about a mile into this backpacking trip.  Why?

Going away party. I am sad. : (

That is my face.  It frowns.  Bitches! Bring me my sympathy!

Anyway.  This concludes this ramble.  I may return with pictures. I may return with scurvy.  I may come back picking at the ribs of my camping compadre.  Depends on how much shit she talks.

So, drink for me, Bitches. Drink for me.

When I come back, I’ll tell the story of the tamales, the Modelo, the ex-husband, and the axe. Maybe.