So hungover. Too much wine, too many long islands. The rest of the group shared a similar sentiment. We groggily awoke feeling as great as anyone could feel after emptying our wallets just to shmooze with Lake Tahoe locals. I went through the hangover routine: Shower, cry, shower again, wonder why you can’t just have fun without the help of alcohol, then finally swear you won’t have alcohol ever again. Next step was to eat. We got a fire going and decidedly ate 18 hot dogs and 2 pounds of bacon.

The weather was destined to be very poor for the day, and also the following days in Yosemite. Such a destiny came true as sleet began to fall down on our poor, hungover bodies. Everyone decided to cozy up in the RV as Tahoe gave us its gloomy “fuck you”. Repeatedly beat Roach in chess. Read a book. Went to sleep. Everyone went to sleep. It was a much needed rest day.

We went out for dinner since we were out of food and snapped a quick pic of Tahoe:

I have to believe that the six jet skis in a row was no coincidence. I think God wanted us to take them and ride off into the sunset. But I would have been too nauseous so we didn’t.

Nas and I had such a great time playing poker last night that we returned to the casino for another chance at glory. We recruited Roach to come play with us as well, while ZZTop played blackjack, and Brickface and Camo Dave tried their luck at craps.

I was placed at one table, while Roach and Nas were placed at another. The guy to my left was an incredibly drunk, bald 75-year-old who continually asked the table to ask him to leave. He whispered into my ear “Welcome to Hell” and I was starting to think he was on to something. The table spent 45 minutes undergoing an in-depth analysis and contrast of a local fried chicken joint and some other taco place. In the meantime, I bled money until I was dealt an Ace-King, was pushed all-in, and lost the rest of my hundred. Bobby won 112 and Roach made some money to break even for the trip. Gambling sucks.

We retreated to the campground with heavy hearts, wondering why we would ever gamble in the first place. Except for Nas and Roach who bounced with glee. I hate glee.

We passed out at 11:30, like bosses. The plan is to head to Yosemite in the morning: I’m keeping my fingers crossed for a bear attack. With our rest day out of the way, expect livelier days to come.