I need a drink

201 AM; I am numb. Lost more money at the indian casino. It was a menial amount, but losing sucks. It was 20 miles out of the way and it was the world's most broke ass casino. If you searched “broke ass” in the [urban] dictionary, there would be a picture of the Ute Mountain Indian Reservation Casino. The black jack table was $3 min/$5 max. I guess that was good for me as it limited my losses. The poker was awful. I'd rather be playing a home game with truth factor and some lojeks. Hell, i'd even quit touchin' AT's chips.

Highlight of the last 12 hours was a sink hole in Santa Rosa. It is always 61 degrees, full of beautiful fish, and crystal clear. Very refreshing. We are driving back in the right direction towards mesa verde to see the cliff dwellings tomorrow. Then Frisco by night, and some skiing in the morning. Keith won money. He is the man, but Cores said “dont let keith get drunk hes touch.” Whatever that means.
Love, bri.

PS: This is what part of the alphabet would look like if Q and R were removed. And I'll put up all the good pics on webshots or something after we're est'd in frisco.