Thursday, April 20, 2006
or
Carsick
Gentle readers, do you know how hard it is to live a normal adult life in America without a car? Well, outside of New York City? Murder. I'm tellin' ya. And it ain't like high school, were I can just gnaw at Mom and Dad's patience until one of them tells me to get lost already and throws the keys at my head. (Note for the humor impaired: the previous statement is a hyperbole included for comedic effect)
So I've decided to take the van - the Old Flaming Asshole, the shit-box Aerostar, my one true love - back to Saint Louis. I'll be flying down to houston friday evening. Hopefully Zack and I will get to spend some quality time bouncing off the walls. And then, early sunday morning, I will drive the van for 14 hours.
Oooh, I'm not looking forward to this one. No sir-ee-bob.
I don't do well on car trips, gentle readers. I really don't. 14 hours in a steel box. I get motion sick. I get nervous. Oh, this is gonna be a grand old time - I can FEEL IT.
