"Went well, thank you." He takes another sip setting it back down. Suddenly Tyler gets a phone call, answering it. "Hey mom." he listens for a few seconds. "Yeah, I am at the bar right now, just resting. Hardest time on the truck in over a year, I think trucks gone wild saw less customers than tonight." he goes back to listening again. "Nah, I am just gonna have a few drinks and setup my bed for the night after they close. I probably will only stop back at the house to pick up the camaro and the mud trike. Adam should be there at 8 am to grab the trailer." He stops talking laughing. "Mom don't worry about me drinking and driving, I have more sense than that. That is why I carry the inflatable mattress." his mom talks a bit more. "Alright mom, love ya. Bye." he shuts his phone. "30 years old and still worries about me drinking too much." he chuckles.