Losing it

I didn’t bother to blog yesterday because A) it was late and B) it was Texas.  Ali and I have a natural dislike of Texas.  Even though we have driven through it’s entire width no less than 4 times we have never done any sightseeing in it.  Maybe it’s because of our hatred of the Cowboys or maybe because W calls it home, but neither of us have any desire to get to know Texas any better.

Today we logged another bunch of miles going from Houston to Tallahassee. Both Ali and I are quite eager to pull into the driveway tomorrow.  Ali is full blown sick at this point.  Being sick away from home sucks.  Being stuck in a van with a sick person for 10-11 hours sucks too.

By the time we got to Tallahassee I was ready to just relax in the hotel.  Well our hotel wound up being over a half hour off of route 10.  I was unable to hide my frustration.  Ali booked the place and hadn’t checked into exactly where in Tallahassee it was.  It was an honest mistake and I kept telling myself that.  However my full moon fueled angst got the best of me more than once. I was looking for something to punch.

Once we finally got to the place I unloaded the van and headed right back out for food.  After grabbing Subway for the second night in a row I decided we needed some alcohol.  I was literally going nuts.  I was in what I call Keener-mode, named after my good buddy Troy.  In Keener mode you talk to yourself constantly.  The dialogue goes something like this, “yeaaaaaa, need some wine, f it!!!  Yeaaaa , get out of my way you f’in a-hole, fu!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”  It is basically just rambling obscenities that make no sense.

After I got the wine and corkscrew (learned that opening wine with a needle nose pliers sucks in Yellowstone) I was heading back out to the van.  Some young guy was stumbling across the parking lot, obviously under the influence of something.  He yells over to me after seeing my bag, “Dude, where’s the party at!!??”  “No party” I said, in as disinterested of a tone as I could muster.  Party dude starts reading my bumper sticker “Wall Drug of South Dakota, DUDE that looks like a PARTY VAN.” “Yea it does” I say as I close my door.  I told Ali I should have shown him the bottle of white zinfandel and said “see? no party.”

So tomorrow once again I will be getting up early for the final push home.  Originally we weren’t supposed to get home until Monday.  I am quite glad to have a few extra days to decompress and get the homestead back in order.

It’s been a great trip but if it went on for much longer I may go insane.