From the Desk of Ravishing Rad Chode
Morning came early. Clocks sprung forward just in time to fuck us out of an hour before the drive. Next stop Ocean Springs, MS. We gathered our belongings and embarked on what should have been a nine hour endeavor. Little did we know we were about to spend 13 hours in the Rock n Roll Dump Truck.
The ride was mostly a blur for me. Kyle and I periodically lapsed in and out of consciousness, mostly waking up for potholes or when a semi almost merged us into the side wall. Realizing we had not tried nearly enough Tex/Mex fare Matty pulled us up to a busy food truck. The lengua tacos and quesadillas were amazing. This proved to be the last good thing about the trip to Mississippi.
Somewhere in the apocalyptic hellscape that makes an East TX highway we hit a dead stop. GPS informed us that our ETA went from a little before 6pm to a little after 9pm. “Fuck,” I thought, “at least we still have plenty of TX beer and some gummies for later. Marla was kind enough to send us on our way with some green TX confections which we vowed to take once in Mississippi. The next few hours were a blur of shitty roads, stop n start traffic and the constant battle to stifle my anxiety with beer. Wash away the pressure, if you will.
We finally arrived at the Horror Party house around 8:30 or so. I was too delirious to make note of when we got there.
To be continued in part 7: Crawfish house horror party…