Bonsoir Baton Rouge!

Mississippi River

After a little more than two days, my cousin and I have arrived in Baton Rouge. As you can see, our hotel room faces the Mississippi River which is fucking posh.

Now, arriving in a mid-sized city on a Sunday night means not a lot of things are available no matter how revitalized their downtown district is. Fortunately my nose found the hotel bar and a Macallan 12 neat which hit the spot after 1,830 miles.

Now I would have written an update last night, however the Motel 6 we stayed at in Fort Stockton, TX failed to give us the Wi-Fi key, and we were too tired to go back to the front office to pick it up. Some notable things along the way:

  • Buc-ee’s. We saw signs of it coming in and out of San Antonio. One of them talked about Beaver nuggets. Another talked about the best jerky. So past San Antonio in Luling, TX was Buc-ee’s. It was an extravaganza of a store that could only be appropriate in Texas. Jerky, snacks, bbq, hunting equipment, gift shop. It was a huge orgy of crap. Gifts were almost bought and could still be bought as we head back. I haven’t decided yet.
  • Fuck Texas drivers. Signs on the interstate clearly say that the left lane is for passing only, made especially for the fucking idiots who don’t know this rule of driving etiquette already. So why did we still encounter cars going 60 mph even thought the speed limit is 80 mph?

    Oh. THE SPEED LIMIT ON THE OPEN ROAD IS 80 MPH IN TEXAS!!!!!. Talk about burying the lede.

  • Texas lasts forever. 883 miles on the I-10 through Texas. And boy do the Texans love themselves. “Don’t mess with Texas,” the slogan reads. Fuck them. I messed with them all right, and boy were they sorry. By the way, Pepe’s in Ozona, TX rocks. If I were forced to live in Podunkville, Bumblefuck and could choose a town to live in, it would be Ozona, TX.

Rain is expected here in Baton Rouge tomorrow. That will put a damper on things. But exploring will happen.