It's 11pm, the night before the big drive. In
less than 5 hours I will be Kentucky bound with two adventurous girlfriends
(Melanie and Danielle). Traveling through California, Arizona, New
Mexico, Texas, Arkansas, Tennessee and lastly Kentucky. I have never
taken on such a long drive and I need to get a good night sleep. However,
my eyelids are wide open and my heart is racing. I am anxious, excited
and there is no way sleep is coming soon. Better get something to
help… Half of a Xanax should do. My lids get heavy and body and
mind relax.
I wake up around 4am and do the last minute
packing. Hug the animals, Mom and brother and walk out the door with
tears flooding my eyes. “This is good for you,” I assure myself.
But, is it? I pick up the girls and we are making our way down
California. Not too long before we need a pee break. This will be
the first of many. We make our way past Los Angeles and enter the Mojave
Desert. The drive is long and seemingly endless. I worry about
running out of gas and mutant people with pointy teeth snatching us and eating
our eyeballs and fingertips. I try to stay positive, though.
After 12 long hours, we arrive in Flagstaff,
AZ. The Hotel is quaint and surprisingly clean. It’s definitely not
a bad place to sleep for only $80.00. By 8pm, we’re starving and we all
have gas from sitting so long. We find a brew house restaurant in town
and all agree it will be perfect. As I’m getting out of the car, a train
passes at the perfect time. I had been holding in my flatulence all day
and it was release bliss. Melanie orders a hot dog wrapped in
bacon. When I ask her how it is, she replies, “Ummm, It’s wrapped in
bacon.” I think she liked it…
Sleep comes easy to us when our heads hit the
pillow. After a few fart jokes, we’re sawing logs in no time. Only
3 more days to go.
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