It was nice to have a blended fruit punch again at Seastar Inn. I wasn't drinking alcohol -- yet -- because the Seastar had a arranged to have a scooter there waiting for me, and sure enough Garrett handed me the keys, and there was a full tank of gas.

I drove down the hill past the roundabout just for fun, and it was there that I ran into an old friend, Andrew, whom I had met near Tedd's a few trips back, and we always say HI when we bump into one another. He was riding a scooter, too, and he was like, "Ya mon, what's up?"

It was near that little stretch of straightaway between the roundabout and Sunset on Beach, and I said, "Let's race!"

He said he races for money, but I just took off, and with no other option, pride was on the line for this young local. I pulled ahead, but he caught me, and we had a good laugh. He asked if he could "hang out" with me (translation: me buy him a beer or whatever), but I said I was busy cause I just got in and wanted to say HI to Shayne near Legends. He's a cabbie and a long-time friend.

As things turned out, I did not see Shayne (he later said his cab was in the repair shop), but I did run into CHICKEN BLUE, a top jerk-barrel guy near Alfreds. It was pretty quiet for a Friday night on the strip.

I figured I would cruise back up the hill: Next stop, De Bars.