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Road Trip
September 06, 2004

"Woman - you don't travel well!" ~The Husband.


So we went on a road trip.

Mile 20 - I finished reading my People magazine.

"When are we going to stop? I want coffee."


Mile 80 - I had finshed my latest Bon Apetit.

"Can we stop, I need to pee."


Mile 140 - I put the seat back and attempted to nap.


"I am hungry. Are you hungry? I think I want a snack."

"You packed snacks. Grab an apple."

"Well by 'snack' I kind of was thinking of something like grilled salmon."


Mile 150 - Seat back up. Salmon wasn't going to happen.


"Are we there yet? Let's stop for coffee."


Mile 200 - Seat down, again. Flipped through latest issue of Gourmet.

"I have to pee."


Mile 250 - Started my own round of "Row Row Row Your Boat..."

"So... are we there, yet?"


Mile 300 - Pressed nose against window, sighed loudly.

"We should get a hotel."

"We have a hotel waiting for us."

"Yeah but I mean right now. Let's break up the trip. I have to pee again."

"For the love of God, woman. We only have about 50 more miles to go."

"So, what. You're saying you don't want to get a hotel?"


I am good for a couple of hours in a car. I can do 3 if we have stopped for a stretch at the 1 hour mark.

But on Friday as we crested the 6th hour, The Husband looked over and I had my head down in the seat and my butt in the air. And then I flipped over and put my feet on the dash. Then I flipped over on my left side. Then my right side.

Then I let out a large sigh.


This all happened just after we finished discussing the possibly of driving to Los Angeles for a "fun adventure" with friends. (I think the Husband was smoking crack when he brought that little gem of an idea up.)


I am too restless. In everything I do, really. But mostly when I have to sit still for long periods of time. When I was a child I used to cause my mother major fits of angst while trying to keep me still in church.

On road trips, I can only enjoy the scenery for so long and then my eyes start to roll back into my head.

And last time we flew to the East Coast I made the 6-year old whiny child in 14D look like a princess.


Anyway, I'm back.
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Posted by Foodwhore at September 6, 2004 09:43 PM

 
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