so i know i made the joke earlier in the week about running away with my laptop and my case of wine...
but as it turns out hell has actually frozen over and i'm taking a weekend trip BY MY SELF!
see, the georgia peach is visiting mis! and mis! is adopting my two kitties soooo, it was decided it would be the best idea for me to go alone with the kitties...get them settled and hang out with good friends for some much needed *me* time...
and since the tuna can is in the shop having something done to it to distract it from the fact that it's twenty years old, we are down to the beast...
i can't leave the menfolk carless out here in the middle of nowhere so i'm renting a car...
betcher glad you have all those boring and tedious details, right?
anyhow, it will be good to drive for hours on end alone...well, the kitties will be with me one way, BUT since they can't talk to me about the 6 degrees of spongebob, or baseball, or legos or foodorharrypotterorrandomtvshowsor??? they will be welcome companionship...
driving alone does something for the soul.
except if you're on highway 50, the actual loneliest road in america, and you realize that you didn't stop for gas in the actual last town before the road begins and you only have a hundred dollar bill so even if there was another car in sight, which there isn't, or a gas station which you know won't break the hundred, which there's not, you'd have to pay an awful lot of money to get someone to give you some of their gas...and that's if you're lucky enough to come across another car, which you won't...hence the aptly named "lonliest road in america".
but, i digress.
in the meantime, i've promised my older sister a birthday meal at a salvadorian restaurant that i read about in the paper...we've both been dying to go and now we have our chance...the boybarians are coming too, so we'll fold in a trip to the zoo...should be fun and i'm always happy when i get to go to a restaurant i've been wanting to try...
and from what i gather, as long as i stay away from the beef foot soup, i'm golden.
there are a bunch of places i'd like to go in the big city that houses mis!, but they're more girl/boy places...or girl/girl or boy/boy, whatever configuration you're into...romantical kinda places...
well, except the hot dog joint where he cooks outside on the charcoal grill and they only have one kinda bun and one condiment 'cuz that's all you need...but i guess with the right person that could be romantic.
they're also expensive foodie kinda places...and considering the last time i talked to the georgia peach she was eating a seven layer burrito from taco bell and mis! actually refills airplane sized bottles with hooch and takes them in her purse so she doesn't spend too much on drinks, i doubt even if we were some sort of configuration that i'd be going to any of those places with either of those ladies ever.
but hey, as long as i don't have to eat at taco bell and mis! gives me a swig off her tiny bottle, i'm good...i'm just happy to be able to spend time with my good friends.
i do think we could pop into the home of the bacon topped maple bar, though...good times.
but, before i leave you for the frivolity that is my life, i just want you to know that this is the first post from my *mobile office*...
okay, so really i'm just in the dining room rather than at my desk BUT it's a start...
gotta love technology!
even if you have to wipe up milk puddles and soggy cereal remains to be able to use it.
enjoy your weekend!
x.
No comments:
Post a Comment