The best road trip....ever

The first time I saw the schedule for the "A Chorus Line" tour I knew I wanted to drive across the west. In all my travels I have never really explored any of this most beautiful part of our country. When I saw the tour had 3 days off between its first and second stops, Denver and LA respectively, I started asking around. I couldn't find anyone that was interested in what seemed to be a very lengthy and perhaps "unnecessary" drive. I was in the hall one day when I overheard one of my more favorite cast mates say that he had bought a 67 mustang and was planning on driving from Denver to LA and stopping in Vegas! I was so excited, this is exactly what I wanted to do, but wasn't sure I wanted to do it alone. So I asked the one and only Colt, if he was interested in company... he said yes and so it began. As it turns out 3 of my friends were going to be in Vegas for the exact 3 days we were. I had my friend reserve us a room at the Hard Rock Hotel. ( ps I happen to be the spokesperson for the Hard Rock in Vegas) its another story, but basically I shot a promotional film with the director of 6 degrees and I played the Desperate Housewife)

Day 1:
We closed in Denver in a Sat. Colt and I did 2 shows, loaded that car after and hit the road by 11:30 pm. We were both starving but decided to go ahead and get on the highway before stopping for food. We took it pretty slow because Colt had just bought the car and was still feeling out the engine. This would be a good time to mention that the car did not come with the luxuries of air conditioning or heat. We quickly realized that the few towns that actually had restaurants, and I use that word loosely, were all closed. We were optimistic and kept trying town after town pulling in gas stations and asking if there was anything edible. Finally, we caved to our ever growing hunger and microwaved two personal pizzas in what was the dirtiest microwave... ever. We had some fruit and a turkey sandwich for an appetizer and Colt had a hard, day old donut for dessert. I should mention that sometime before we lowered our gastric standards it got very cold in the car. We were in fact driving through snowy mountains. So I gave Colt my brand new "A Chorus Line" robe. It was white and fuzzy and an opening night gift from our producer. We were barely 2 hours in and already we looked like a scene from "Fear and Loathing In Las Vegas" I was taking pictures of the hardened nacho cheese sculpture and the local stoner teenagers, and Colt was wearing flip-flops with socks, a bathing suit, bathrobe and a straw cowboy hat. Our hunger satiated, we hit the road again.... almost. We went to start the car...nothing. The engine would not turn over. She was also cold, our nameless baby blue '67 mustang. About 5 minutes and many prayers later, she started. We set back out on the road, the mountains were getting taller and the air was getting colder. I started to get upset that we were doing this amazing portion of the drive and night, but then I realized that the light coming from the almost full moon was creating some of the most beautiful panoramas I had ever seen. If you have never done this drive you must know that every 30 seconds is literally more beautiful and completely different from the last. My eyes grew heavy, but I didn't want to miss any of my lunar terrain. I fought to stay awake, but finally my exhaustion won and I passed out for about 30 min. When I awoke I was very confused. Colt was driving extremely slow and someone was following us. About the time I came to, red and blue flashing lights eclipsed the moon. We were being pulled over. To be continued.....