additional piss breaks prior
to arrival
Small jealousy factor that everyone else was
drinking
Higher likelihood the one or more of the
other guys would end up too drunk by midnight to enjoy the whole
night
Risk of spilling in the car
Legal risk if they get pulled over
Alex: “Let’s just make it to Vegas and you
can drink all you want there.”
Mike: “A few beers would be nice to take the
edge off.”
Gary: “I agree, let’s hit the next store and
grab a twelver.”
Alex realized he would not get his way on
this one. Five miles later they pulled off on an exit containing a
Shell station with a twenty-four hour mini-mart. Though he still
had a third of a tank of gas, Alex got out of the car and began to
fill up, first inserting a Southwest Airlines Visa card in the pump
and then entering his zip code. Meanwhile, Gary headed toward the
store to get the beers. The sky was now dark blue with the last
reminders of daylight coming from the west and a sliver of a moon
starting to assert itself from the north. Gary broke into a slow
jog because the temperature had dropped significantly in the brief
time since they left the In-N-Out and a brisk wind had picked
up.
Mike was happy that Gary had proactively
taken the initiative to go in and buy the beers because he knew
Gary wouldn’t ask him to chip in, but he felt his stomach really
starting to turn and wondered if he should try to use the bathroom
in the Shell. The thought of taking a shit in a gas station sounded
entirely unappealing, however, and Mike decided to hold out for a
few hours until they got to the hotel in Vegas. Also, should the
situation deteriorate, he knew there would be more bathroom stops
before too long if they were going to start drinking beers.
Four minutes later the Beemer was fully
fueled and Gary was getting back in the front seat, placing a large
brown bag on the floor between his legs.
“What’ve you got in there?” Mike asked.
“Oh, it’s a Bag O’ Tricks,” Gary answered
excitedly.
Alex accelerated aggressively up the onramp,
demonstrating the power of the BMW’s engine and hitting
seventy-five miles per hour well before entering the right lane of
Highway 15. Gary instinctively fastened his seatbelt before opening
the bag. On the stereo, Gwen Stefani was explaining what she would
do if she was a rich girl, which always bothered Mike considering
she was, in fact, a rich girl. Gary pulled out one of the two
six-packs of Budweiser tall boys in the bag and quickly ripped off
two beers. Without looking back, he reached behind his head and
offered them to the back seat. They were removed from his hands
instantly. He put one more in the cup holder next to his seat and
returned the remaining half of the six-pack to the bag. When his
hand re-emerged, it was holding a pack of Bicycle playing cards,
which he also handed to Roger in the back seat. Next he pulled out
one of the four Slim Jims in the bag and handed it to Alex.
“Thought you might want to slip into a Slim
Jim since you can’t join us in a beer,” he suggested, before
adding, “Rodge, why don’t you shuffle up the cards and we can start
a game of High/Low, Red/Black?”
Alex accepted the synthetic beef stick,
grateful for a friend like Gary who was compassionate enough to
alleviate the difficulties of being unable to drink by providing a
desirable savory snack. His admiration only grew when Gary then
produced a twenty-ounce plastic Diet Coke and placed it in Alex’s
cup-holder.
In the back seat, Roger opened the deck of
cards and began shuffling them, using his left hand only. It was a
trick that he thought was incredibly cool, but for some reason most
women did not share his enthusiasm. Gary again stuck his hand in
the bag, this time pulling out a copy of the latest Club adult magazine. It was wrapped in a bright pink cellophane
packaging which prevented one from seeing most of the front cover.
Gary hungrily tore off the packaging to see what it revealed. It
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to arrival
Small jealousy factor that everyone else was
drinking
Higher likelihood the one or more of the
other guys would end up too drunk by midnight to enjoy the whole
night
Risk of spilling in the car
Legal risk if they get pulled over
Alex: “Let’s just make it to Vegas and you
can drink all you want there.”
Mike: “A few beers would be nice to take the
edge off.”
Gary: “I agree, let’s hit the next store and
grab a twelver.”
Alex realized he would not get his way on
this one. Five miles later they pulled off on an exit containing a
Shell station with a twenty-four hour mini-mart. Though he still
had a third of a tank of gas, Alex got out of the car and began to
fill up, first inserting a Southwest Airlines Visa card in the pump
and then entering his zip code. Meanwhile, Gary headed toward the
store to get the beers. The sky was now dark blue with the last
reminders of daylight coming from the west and a sliver of a moon
starting to assert itself from the north. Gary broke into a slow
jog because the temperature had dropped significantly in the brief
time since they left the In-N-Out and a brisk wind had picked
up.
Mike was happy that Gary had proactively
taken the initiative to go in and buy the beers because he knew
Gary wouldn’t ask him to chip in, but he felt his stomach really
starting to turn and wondered if he should try to use the bathroom
in the Shell. The thought of taking a shit in a gas station sounded
entirely unappealing, however, and Mike decided to hold out for a
few hours until they got to the hotel in Vegas. Also, should the
situation deteriorate, he knew there would be more bathroom stops
before too long if they were going to start drinking beers.
Four minutes later the Beemer was fully
fueled and Gary was getting back in the front seat, placing a large
brown bag on the floor between his legs.
“What’ve you got in there?” Mike asked.
“Oh, it’s a Bag O’ Tricks,” Gary answered
excitedly.
Alex accelerated aggressively up the onramp,
demonstrating the power of the BMW’s engine and hitting
seventy-five miles per hour well before entering the right lane of
Highway 15. Gary instinctively fastened his seatbelt before opening
the bag. On the stereo, Gwen Stefani was explaining what she would
do if she was a rich girl, which always bothered Mike considering
she was, in fact, a rich girl. Gary pulled out one of the two
six-packs of Budweiser tall boys in the bag and quickly ripped off
two beers. Without looking back, he reached behind his head and
offered them to the back seat. They were removed from his hands
instantly. He put one more in the cup holder next to his seat and
returned the remaining half of the six-pack to the bag. When his
hand re-emerged, it was holding a pack of Bicycle playing cards,
which he also handed to Roger in the back seat. Next he pulled out
one of the four Slim Jims in the bag and handed it to Alex.
“Thought you might want to slip into a Slim
Jim since you can’t join us in a beer,” he suggested, before
adding, “Rodge, why don’t you shuffle up the cards and we can start
a game of High/Low, Red/Black?”
Alex accepted the synthetic beef stick,
grateful for a friend like Gary who was compassionate enough to
alleviate the difficulties of being unable to drink by providing a
desirable savory snack. His admiration only grew when Gary then
produced a twenty-ounce plastic Diet Coke and placed it in Alex’s
cup-holder.
In the back seat, Roger opened the deck of
cards and began shuffling them, using his left hand only. It was a
trick that he thought was incredibly cool, but for some reason most
women did not share his enthusiasm. Gary again stuck his hand in
the bag, this time pulling out a copy of the latest Club adult magazine. It was wrapped in a bright pink cellophane
packaging which prevented one from seeing most of the front cover.
Gary hungrily tore off the packaging to see what it revealed. It
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