All right for all of those who knew or saw me on this road trip, I will be reflecting on each day’s events one day at a time. So, it will sort of be a memory journal because each day was sooooo long I don’t think there is anyway I could forget each and everyday. We made it to nyc and back in 7 days…friday to friday. So begins…day ONE
FRIDAY August 16th:
6am:
Today is payday so I check my bank and I have 605.00. I have run out of checks and my phone is not working since I have not paid my phone bill. I call Sprint to pay over the phone but since my Visa Check Card’s address doesn’t match my bank’s address, they won’t let me pay for it. So I have to call my sister and tell her that I will be giving her cash to give to my parents to pay for my car bill and my phone bill since…as aforementioned, I HAVE NO MORE CHECKS. DOH! I also left a pair of shorts and a pair of flip flops at Starbucks so I have to pick that crap up. Mr. Lewis, that generous fellow, has given me his cd/mp3 player since mine blows for the trip. He also gives me a bag of pretzels, cheese crackers, peanut butter crackers, wheat thins, and yes…oh yes….CHEESE WHIZ. Yum. He gives me a lecture on cold chicken and how he was a food handler. Aw..how…cute and lecturic (Is that even a WORD?) of him. I call my partner in crime, Kay, she is not home. My cell phone is charged, my hair tied up. I’m ready and pumped to go. I barely sleep the night before because I am too jittery about the trip.
9am:
So Kay was MIA because her generous mom wanted to give us her Mobil card and her triple A card (word up to the moms! My mom gave us a 24 pack of botttled water, 24 pack of diet pepsi, a bucket of her special chicken, and tons and tons of chips, crackers, and granola bars. Oh and she gives us her video camera to document the trip.) anyway, i rush to starbucks to get “my” shorts (it was actually a friend of mine’s but this person will be undisclosed for the moment) and kay rushes to return the pepper spray she got from a college store. It doesn’t work. I pick her up. She’s in sweats and a tank top, I’m in shorts and a tank top. Hats on we are off…before we go and get the car washed and go to WalMart to get some pepper spray. You never know..two beautiful women riding across the country…
10am.
We are at WalMart. Apparently MASE and Pepper Spray is illegal unless you have a permit. Oops. We were going to buy a 24 pack of red bull but that mofo is 40 bucks! Whatevs man, whatevs. So we see m&m cookies instead and decide to purchase that montrosity.
11am-4am (Tuesday)
States we drive through/License plate statement/commentary
- California/ The Golden State
Commentary: Cool mountains. We are listening to cds that Mr. Lewis and Mr. Ives have so generously and altruistically made for us. Mr. Lewis has made 10 burned cds whilst Mr. Ives has made 5. We are excited and we are eating my mom’s chicken. - Arizona/ The Grand Canyon State
Commentary:
This state is hot like a mofo. We are all cactusied out. - New Mexico/ The Land of Enchantment (I don’t know what the license plate says but that is the name on the welcome sign)
Commentary:
This state is a lot more interesting than Arizona (Arizona: “ooh desert…and more desert…” Sharon: “Why would anyone want to live here?” Kay: “I don’t know dude, I don’t know”
Anyway, we had an electrical storm and a sand storm while driving through this state. At one point there was 4 consecutive signs that said…
–Possible Sandstorm
–Please Reduce Speed
–Zero Visibility Possible
–USE EXTREME CAUTION
As we’re reading these signs, I’m thinking..oh god, I’m going to die in a sandstorm or lightning storm in New Mexico. We smoke our first cigarette after getting gas.
- TEXAS/ THe Lone Star State
Commentary: They should call this the carcass state. I am on caffeine pills and driving through this state on 90mph. All I see are big trucks, one long ass road, and lots of dead animals and dead bugs on my windshield. I’m trying to make it to Houston but San Antonio will do. This is the longest state in the world and if I see another texan highway (we were on interstate 10) it will be too soon. We sleep in a parking lot in San Antonio….
….Next time….
The adventures in Louisiana and Alabama
Minimal Effort 