Road trip
In the wee hours of Tuesday morning, Lorijean and I are shaking the Michigan dust from our boots (or flip-flops, we'll see what the weather holds) and heading west.
West through Illinois, Iowa, and Nebraska, then a short jaunt south and west again through Colorado, Utah, an edge of Arizona, and into Nevada.
It's going to be fucking awesome. And a long drive, just shy of 2000 miles.
We're stopping in Nebraska the first night, then on to Colorado for the second evening. The third day will find us safely delivering one (1) car, three (3) boxes of booze, assorted bedding, one (1) box of household cleaners, and two (2) houseplants to our friends who insist on moving to Vegas this Monday.
I have always enjoyed long road trips: plotting the route, packing the car, hitting the interstate, the incessant horn-beeping as we cross state lines (Lori, I may not have mentioned this. Please expect it. And just so you know, if you have the wheel while we're passing into a new state, my trip may very well be ruined if you don't lay on the horn. Ruined.) and the sweet sweet relief when we pull into the parking lot of the hotel that has offered us clean sheets and an ice machine for a night.
We'll only have a day and a half to visit with Karen of the Hot Ass, Mike of Neil Diamond Karaoke Fame, and Maddie the Most Beautiful Little Girl in the World, so we'd better make it count. It's going to have to last us for a long time.
Expect pictures and commentary late next weekend.
West through Illinois, Iowa, and Nebraska, then a short jaunt south and west again through Colorado, Utah, an edge of Arizona, and into Nevada.
It's going to be fucking awesome. And a long drive, just shy of 2000 miles.
We're stopping in Nebraska the first night, then on to Colorado for the second evening. The third day will find us safely delivering one (1) car, three (3) boxes of booze, assorted bedding, one (1) box of household cleaners, and two (2) houseplants to our friends who insist on moving to Vegas this Monday.
I have always enjoyed long road trips: plotting the route, packing the car, hitting the interstate, the incessant horn-beeping as we cross state lines (Lori, I may not have mentioned this. Please expect it. And just so you know, if you have the wheel while we're passing into a new state, my trip may very well be ruined if you don't lay on the horn. Ruined.) and the sweet sweet relief when we pull into the parking lot of the hotel that has offered us clean sheets and an ice machine for a night.
We'll only have a day and a half to visit with Karen of the Hot Ass, Mike of Neil Diamond Karaoke Fame, and Maddie the Most Beautiful Little Girl in the World, so we'd better make it count. It's going to have to last us for a long time.
Expect pictures and commentary late next weekend.
posted by Melissa at 9:59 PM
4 Comments:
I hope you have a grand ole time, Missy! And you better be fucking safe. We'll talk before you go.
Signed,
Fierce Adam
We'll be safe. Why so fierce?
Fierce love. I should have been mores Pacific.
Have fun!
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