We walked down to Greyhound and bought tickets on the 9:45 to Memphis which eventually left about 10:30. Sat across from a hustler and from a loudmouthed drinker who had talked a woman he met in the bar to travel with him to sneak into the Super Bowl in Houston. Caught the bus to the motel which had traded names with a hotel across the road and caused lots of confusion. We flopped in our room with takeaway for tea. We were both tired. Managed to book Mercy Me tickets by automated phone system.
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