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It was one hell of a weekend!

Friday was Vegas. Packed up. Boarded my plane. Touched down and hopped on the back of dads harley for the short trip to the Hard Rock, where we were staying. Awesome view.



We didnt have too much time before ACDC started, so we decided to head over to the MGM and grab some dinner. My dad let me pick where we ate, because he knows and supports me on WW. I see a chinese/japanese restaurant and we get seated. We both order and I was pretty good. I got a steak salad with asian veggies and thai chili dressing, a crunchy california roll and we split an order of potstickers. Everything was amazing. We headed over to the amphitheater and thoroughly enjoyed the concert. I mean, these guys are in their 70s and still ROCK THE SHIT out of that stage. This was my 3rd tour/4th concert Ive seen them at and they put on an amazing live show.

So, after the concert let out, we headed over to a 24 hour tattoo place. I got this.



Its the same quote my dad has on his arm. My dad and I havent always had the best relationship. But its getting better and we're both trying. I wanted him to know how important he is to me. Figured I do it with a tattoo :)

Head back to the Hard Rock around 1:30 am and get into bed, trying to get some rest for tomorrows ride.


We hit the ground running at 8 am Saturday morning. Three hours later we find ourself here, in Death Valley.



The road we were supposed to take is under heavy construction, so we decide to take a different road...which gets us fairly lost. We end up in Bishop, California. Grab a hotel room for the night and walk across the street to-another japanese restaurant. Lol. I ate terrible at lunch(BLT, Fries and 3 onion rings...) so I was much better at dinner. Only 8 points for the sushi I ordered. We were both exhausted, so we fell asleep by 8 o'clock.

6:30 am. I dont remember the last time I was up this early. Dads been watching the news and says we need to leave ASAP because a storm is moving in.

Great. I put on everything I own(which included my boxers and tank top I brought as pjs) and we head out. Its freezing.


Once we cross the sierras and get into the central valley, its not too bad. It warms up a bit and we are making fairly good time. We stop for lunch(fish and chips...man I make bad vacation food decisions!!) and call my mom. Who tells us its storming at home. Ugh. Not the greatest news we've been hit with...

We hit 152 and it is pouring. Buckets. The wind is 50+ mph. Im scared. Really scared. And soaking wet. I was wearing jeans, thermal underwear and boxers, as well as boots that hit me at the knee. They were drenched after 3 minutes in the down pour. There is a puddle in both of my boots. My rain jacket gives up about 20 minutes into the ride and I can feel water immediately soak my sweatshirt, thermal top and tank top. Right down to my bra. Im freezing. Im shaking so bad I though I was going to fall off the bike. We finally hit Gilroy, the biggest town in 40 miles or so and get a room at a shit motel. I have literally, no clothing to change into. I wore everything I brough with me. My hands are shaking so bad I couldnt take m helmet off. We blast the heater and my dad tells me to take a hot shower and he will take our wet clothes(He had a dry tank top and swim shorts in our pack) to the dryer. I turn on the shower. Cold. I run it for 10 minutes. Still cold. I was on the verge of tears.

I whip out my phone and log onto hotels.com. There is no freaking way we are staying here. I am just about to book a 180 dollar room at the ritziest place I can find when my dad gets off his phone. "Your mom is on her way with dry clothes. She is going to take you home." (Gilroy is about an hour away from home)

"I dont want you to have to stay here alone!"

"Im not. She is going to bring me dry clothes and my rain gear and Im gonna go home tonight too."

So all is well. I climb into one of the questionable beds and snooze until my mom shows up. Dry clothing never felt so good. We stuff all our soaking wet stuff into garbage bags. Dad piles on the dry clothes and we head home. Luckily, the rain was fairly light, until we got within 5 miles of our town.

I was worried about weigh in, obviously. I made horrendous food choices at these greasy spoons we kept finding ourselves at. And I clocked no exercise this weekend. But I managed to lose .7

Hell yes. I will take it.

I went to look over all my little warriors posts...but I was extremely overwhelmed by the sheer number! So forgive me girls! Hope you all had fabulous weekends.

And WELCOME!!!
To my new readers B&Bs Mommy and kitan_akinlose!!! Thanks for choosing this windbag over the thousands of other windbags you could be following :)

X's and O's!
Mary