Saturday, December 23, 2006

We're here. We're beer. Get used to it.

We left Chicago yesterday morning at 6:20 a.m.

We arrived in NH this morning at 2:02 a.m.

It rained the entire fucking way. I will never get the slap of windshield wipes out of my brain if I don't finish this drink.*

Oh, and did I forget to mention that the Sienna's cigarette lighter is blowing the fuses any time anything was plugged into it? Which meant that there were no DVDs and precious little GameBoy to be had. For the 22 hours on the road.

BTW? It's still raining.

The good thing is if this were the Rocky Mountains, instead of the Appalachians, my family and I would be stuck in a snowdrift, eyeing each other hungrily, and wondering whether anyone packed a cooking knife.

* Not beer, but that old-skool gay pride slogan sneaked up on me and goosed me. Because my creative juices are really flowing after 20 hours on the road.

4 comments:

  1. Is that why you're up as late as I am? PTSD?

    -J.

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  2. Still trying to [slap] wind [slap] down.

    Damned windshield wipers!

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  3. This sort of gives new meaning to that old saying, "It's not Christmas until someone loses an eye."

    Or maybe it's just my family that says that.

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  4. Badge, who knew y'all were pirates?

    -J.

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