Road Trips: bonus late entry

My mind since I've been back has been taken up entirely with the road. Rolling by. Fields, hills, mountains, puffy clouds, the blazing sun, the occassional cow. Dairy Queen. Moving, sleeping, moving, in out, snacks, water, stop, drive, go go go. I haven't been able to focus on much else. It's an interesting absence of time. Vacant. Not a lot of musing other than how many miles taken, how many more miles to go. Mainly because of 'books on tape' and the question: who lives here and why? We did think $3,745 was a good price for 54 acres of land. Maybe raise alpaca's and burrow tunnels into the rock underneath as a way to stay cool. But living outside of the mojave desert lost its appeal considering it was no where near Vegas or the grand canyon. Not nearly near enough.

The trip started out with a late night arrival: I got to bed by 3 and woken up by an incessant car alarm at 4 and no kidding, a jackhammer at 8. I made it to greektown, had my delicious foodstuff, then went to the Taste of Chicago- yes to honey glazed chicken, no to catfish. Yes to kenny rogers circa 1977+, no to kenny now. Especially those kenny lookalikes.

While on the road I learned that books on tape are pretty awesome even if the faire is bourne ultimatum and not nearly transcendent nanny diaries. Also you can overdose on frenchfries, and that guy at the hotel hospitality was asking you if you were a lesbian. No to the queen, yes to the double. No we don't have pets. No. I said no. But i will take that free bag of popcorn and your complimentary breakfast. Also can you come over because the internet wireless isn't working... I hope those hooligens next door don't set our car on fire. Are those bedsheets damp or? Those windows are safe right? The banana is NOT going to smell up the car. I need more water. We need to stop. Yes now. Why are you torturing me? Fine drive the whole way- whatever. It's not my fault that you didn't finish packing before i got here. It's not dirty. We definitely like matt damon better. Who cares if you're a nanny and you don't leave your mark, there's bigger fish to fry. That shrimp was good. It's always chocolate icecream, chocolate dipped- nothing is better. The "I brake for aliens" work cone is perfect for Rachel. We should stop. We should see, this. No that. Probably not. We're there. We're here. Almost. Almost. Almost. Getting closer....

Being a passanger is hard. So many things to pass by but would only take rising early but the drivers sole objective is home- things missed: koolaid museum, giant ball of stamps, sante fe, albaqurque, tourquise, 1 outlet mall, 1 canvas messanger bag, sonic burgers, purchasing fireworks.

But otherwise the trip came and went. And it was pretty good.

Teamwork: 6/10 (i didn't drive once: blessing and a curse)
Critical Disagreement: 2 (how to pack, water-rafting)
Burgers ingested: 7? 8 maybe? uh... hurl.
Stops per day: 5-6
Hours on the road per day: 10
True relaxing moments: 3
Screaming matches: 0
Realizations: 5 (car, debt, lack of anxiety, relating, adventure)