It was a long trip home in our touring bus that had an "out of order" restroom (even though our coordinator paid extra for a bathroom!) and a broken air conditioning unit. I think it was thirty or forty degrees cooler outside the bus. Fortunately for us, the bus made a stop at the Warrenton commuter parking lot where we got off. The rest of the gang had to ride all the way to our office in Saint Louis. I tried to tell them all to hike it to our house two miles up the road. hehe "We have a/c and two bathrooms!" Luckily, they didn't listen; we probably would have had several Western employees staying the night - and I'm not sure how they would have made it back to the office from there.
After we ran home for a bit, I called Mom and left her a VM telling her I was not in the condition to drive, but Matt could pick up the boys whenever she needed us to. Later, Matt was driving me to my parents. We passed the Strassenbash that was going on in Wright City on the way and I happily shouted to anyone we drove past, "Strassenbash... Woo!" (With both my feet resting on the outside window.) I think I shouted at a few other people we drove through town too, but I couldn't tell you what I said. Nothing vulgar or mean, I was a happy drunk... Ha!
I fell asleep on the couch later that evening. Matt was a great sport and put the boys to bed. I woke up at around Midnight. I got up, took a few Ibuprophen, and drank a glass of water before flopping into bed as it spun me to sleep.
Here's a few random videos of our day at the wineries. (I wish I would have taken more, but didn't generally think about it unless I was sitting down.) You can see them get a bit more wobbly as time goes on.