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We drove to Breckenridge and arrived in time to watch Monday night football at the bar venue in which Hiero played. The food was good (as free food always is) and everyone was kicking back hanging out. Phes and Shoo played pool, Tajai, Opio, and Sosa arrived off the mountain and we all ganged together to go back to hotel. ...Enter Last Stop Motel The rooms looked straight out of Bonanza and it was freezing. Tajai was the first and only to throw on some trunks and jump in the Jacuzzi (crazy). Again some people left early for the venue and the rest of us arrived later. Domino and Opio seemed to be a bit blessed on this evening as the recipients of adoring female looks. The show was good, not like Vail, but better than Aspen. The crowd was pretty hyped and once again Pep ripped it on the freestyle. Not quite as much drinking as the night before, but the show rounded out and everyone seemed happy, even the audience was much more generous in passing the mook to the crew while on stage. ...Enter After Party at the Last Stop Motel. Maybe half of Hiero wanted to leave to go home after the show, the rest were content with sleeping. The problem was, however, that in order to be back at a reasonable time before Xmas eve, we would have to wake up at 5 AM anyway. That's the template. Ladies and Gentlemen were in the Last Stop Motel 'til the late hours, certain crew members would enjoy company, others were driggidy. Amidst the tension of such a cold night and lack of potential skrimp, poor behavior on our guests behalf ignited.

 

The party was over, it was time to go home. I was half asleep, face down, when someone said it was time to go. Everyone decided to just cut around 3:45 AM so the vans were being packed and we were leaving. I jumped in the front seat of one of the vans. Del, Plea, and Opio were in the back while Domino drove. I told Domino to let me sleep as long as I could then wake me when he needed me to take over. After bumpin' and I mean bumpin' some PE, Funkadelic, and other classics from Domino's abundant archive I was awoken not by music but by the manager himself; it was my turn to drive. It was around 7 AM and everyone slept for a few hours then we got into the mountain canyons of Colorado. I felt strongly about pulling over and taking pictures. After 15 minutes of painful wake-ups, the crew stood for their photos. We got back in the car, drove some 15 more minutes, and pulled over again to another spot. I found out Casual is afraid of heights and Tajai is really crazy. After this stop, Del joined me up front and we bumped De La's third and fourth albums, both sounding even better this time around. We listened to O.C.'s "Jewelz" and some other stuff I don't remember. Everyone dozed on and off for a while, but I kept driving, we got out of Colorado around 9:30 AM and we entered Southern Utah. I was driving the lead van, Tajai and Sosa were in the second car, and Phes was driving the third car with Casual, Pep, and Shoo inside. ...Enter Utah Po-Po (they some zarks).

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