The continental breakfast was amazing. At first I thought "it tastes better when it's free", but then I had to remind myself not to be so naive because nothing is free... they work that into the cost of what I paid. We woke up pretty close to check out because we were up late pillow fighting and talking about life, so we didn't get an early jump on the day like we planned. It was snowing and was about to turn into rain so we opted to take a bus home, but when we asked the person at the desk they said bikes weren't allowed. Sean wasn't taking no for an answer. He called up the shuttle service and told them we were special-needs because I had hurt my knee. Which was kind of true. I didn't hurt it, it just hurt. We waited in the casino for a few hours until the bus came. When it showed up and we boarded, I felt like we got on a bus with the cast of Cocoon. Everyone there was at least 40 years our senior. Bless their geriatric hearts. We slept the whole way because we were wiped out from rebeling so much. It happens. When we arrived in Portland, Sean and I rode most of the way home together (we live close to each other). My dogs were anxiously waiting my arrival. We jumped in bed together for some furry cuddle puddle action and rest because Papa Tong was coming to get me for our radio show later that night on praradio.org called The Chinese Viking Show. Our guest was Jason Miranda of the Trusty Switchblade and Overhaul fame. I had a nice mellow set list put together, but it turned out to be punk all night long. No rest for the weary. James Wilson popped into the studio and when the show was done we had a snowball fight. I then went home and slept. Today, I went to work like any other Joe. Don't get me wrong... I fucking love what I do, but man.... I LOVE being a rebel.