Only 362 days to FFO!

On The Way Home
Originally uploaded by The Put-Man.

Sunday: FFO day 3

Saturday night's awards dinner was pretty much what one would expect from any corporate style event with banquet food.

The beer was cold, and I was happy.

The party in the parking lot went until about 2am. Not enough time to visit with all my new friends, I was offered more beer than I could possibly drink.

Not that I didn't try...

Sunday's wake up call was just...cruel. Head pounding, mouth dry, tongue like old shoe leather.

Outside in the sun, selling a few used parts, the brain wasn't cooperating, and the hangover sweats wasn't a good situation. I met up with my group fro a MUCH needed breakfast, and the first feelings of becoming human again hit me.

Later, the parking lot seems a bit forlorn as many people had already pulled out to go home, and more were still at the AutoCross event.

There wasn't much left, but to pack up, hook up, and head out.

Alvon was headed down to North Carolina with Denise and her husband Ron so that Alvon could see his family. This made the Jeep feel a bit empty, but otherwise we had our same convoy headed home, only THIS time we went via highway.

And got to see the local scenery as we CRAWLED through several traffic congested construction zones.

About 3pm we made it to the Bouse's, and Missy surprised us with a cold cut platter so we could make sandwiches and hang out. It was a lovely break, and two hours later, it was all too soon to be headed out with another 4 hours to go.

Pulling in at home, dead tired, in the full dark, the LAST thing I wanted to do was spend an hour un-hooking Azzie, unloading the Jeep, and generally getting somewhat situated to survive the week.

Note for next year:

Take Monday off as a travel day, and Tuesday too, just to recover...