Day two
I am officially a big pussy. I did not camp last night. Instead I stayed at the Sundance Resort, which is incredibly comfortable and gay.
I feel un-campy-roughing-it enough as it is, driving across in my gas-guzzling Infinity. In past trips I had to endure long stretches of desert or farm road where there is no radio and no phone and the elements get to you, regardless of your air conditioning. and you just have to be alone with your thoughts and get through it. But this car is ridiculous. I feel like I never left the Santa Monica Freeway, which I take into Hollywood for work every day. The Sattelite radio gives me abundant entertainment choices no matter where I am, the chain of cell phone towers is completely unbroken on every American highway, and I'm even able to browse the web on my blackberry. And the Infinity is a fucking fortress of comfort and luxury. Yesterday I did two press interviews, one with a Poughkeepsie newspaper and one with Time Out Magazine, just chatting into my headset as I plowed through the Utah dessert, eating an Apricot that I bought at whole foods in Las Vegas. It's a good thing I didn't drive past a mirror because I probably would have killed myself.
At least I didn't stop in Nevada to gamble. There was part of me that pictured myself pulled off into one of those huge Casinos in the middle of nowhere, losing my Lucky Louie money on a black jack table while Loona becomes a skelleton in the parking lot.
Speaking of Loona, I'm a little worried about her. Every time we stop she has explosive diarreah. The kind that sputters out really noisy, like a backyard hose that you just turned on for the first time all year. The thing is she seems otherwise very happy. She loves this drive. She loves to stop and smell all the foreign rodent shit on the ground and scamper through bushes.
So at least we covered a lot of ground yesterday. We drove through Vegas and straight up to Salt Lake City. Before reaching the city, I made a big left into the mountains to try to find a spot to camp. That's never as easy as it sounds and as I looked for a camp site, my brain started to come apart again, since I'd been driving for about ten hours. Then I saw a sign that said "Sundance Resort". I looked up the number, called them, and the very friendly lady at the desk said that they had plenty of vacancies, very low off-season rates and happily accept dogs. I nearly flipped over from pulling such a sudden U-turn and went back and got a huge room with a fireplace and went to sleep on a huge, lovely, gay, gay very gay feather bed. So not camping. So totally not an adventure. Just a Hollywood asshole in a black sports car spending the night in a plush resort. I haven't even taken any pictures here because it would just be showing off. I just ate my huevos rancheros, sipped up my cappuccino and I'm leaving. Tonight, I swear to god, I'm going to be sleeping outdoors, eating a can of beans and coffee that I made myself with my little propane burner. If Loona doesn't start shitting solid by this afternoon, I will take her to a vet somewhere.
LCK
