One of my favorite memories of the road [wow does that sound cliché] is from Colorado. We were stopped for the night at a truck stop, in between two huge mountains.
1. Noun · In this case, mountains does not refer to breasts.
I google'd Domino's and convinced the guy to accept directions instead of an address.
It's kinda odd, having pizza delivered to a tour bus with your name on it.
But very fun to describe to people over the phone.
It's also fun to play "emotionally sensitive drama queen." I walked into a truck stop, while the crew is filling up the diesel, the cashier says, "So who's Aaron Stone?" I looked insulted, and walked out. While the crew inside calmly explained "he's a magician, miss, a damn good one -- and you're lucky he just walked away after a comment like that."
It's nice to feel like a rockstar once in a while.
Even when you're really not.
Having pizza delivered to the bus is certainly something I don't mind bragging about.
