The Best Road Trip...Ever (part 2)

Sorry for the longest cliffhanger ever, I'm sure you guessed by now, we were in fact being pulled over by the Colorado police.  As the police officer came to the window Colt called his mother who is a cop in Georgia.  She didn't answer.  The police officer asks the obligatory question, "Do you know why I pulled you over?"  We actually didn't.  ( I was asleep after all) The police officer then said, "Well it's 4 in the morning, your were driving erratically and your wearing a bathrobe, which I guess I can't hold against you ......but I probably should"  About this time Colt's phone rang and he answered while the cop was standing  at the window.  Just in case you were wondering, cops don't really love being interrupted by you answering a phone.  He then asked us for our licence and registration, which we didn't have.  Nor did we have the bill of sale or insurance papers, so for all practical purposes this 67 mustang with all of our earthly possessions may as well have been stolen.  The cop goes back to his car to run a check on the car, Colt accidentally hit the steering wheel sounding the horn.  He then waved his hands out the window to apologize.  (just in case you were wondering, cops don't really love you honking the horn and waving your arms out the window) 

Colt asked his mom, who had been on speaker phone the whole time, to look up the Allstate insurance number so we could somehow prove to the cop that we were not in fact driving a stolen car.  She did and we gave it to the officer, he called and the insurance agent promptly told him that there was no mustang on the policy.  At this point we are pretty sure the car is going to be impounded and we are going to jail.  

I'm not sure what form of magic showed up in that moment, but for whatever reason the cop decided to let us go.  He made us promise to stop at the next town to print out our paperwork.  But he definitely let us go.  Colt and I were so wired after that we just decided to drive straight through to Vegas without stopping to sleep.  So a few childhood memories later, my eyelids started to droop again.  I fell asleep.  When I woke up we were literally coasting on fumes.  Magically, the fumes ran out about 10 feet away from a gas pump.  We could just reach the tank with the nozzle.  Turns out there aren't very many gas stations in Utah.  At this point it is daylight.  The sunrise was staggering over the mountains.  We decided to stop in this beautiful canyon for a while.  We split ways.  I meditated and Colt had a journey into the canyon.  Our final stop before Vegas was Denny's.  I personally don't feel any road trip is complete without 1 completely toxic meal.  Denny's delivered.  It also threw in a few bonus mullets for good measure.  

We rolled up to the Hard Rock Hotel in Vegas sweaty, dirty and exhausted.  It wasn't the ideal way to greet my billionaire friends that were hosting us for the weekend.  Naturally we wanted to drop our bags and shower.  At the front desk they asked us to proceed into the VIP lounge to check in.  They took very good care of us, except our room wasn't ready yet.  They let us shower in the spa and leave our bags in the VIP room.  We met my friends in their Cabana at the HUGE pool party.  I mean this thing was straight out of MTV spring break, fake boobs and fake tans for days.  106 degrees in the desert and a pool filled with all sorts of disease and a condom or two for good measure.  It was nobodies paradise.  My friend Angie passed out from heat exhaustion.  That was actually really scary.  They gave her some water and took her to her room and she was ok.  We napped and had some food and were ready for the rest of the adventure.