raspberry pie at 70mph
yesterday i drove from new york to ohio. alone. today i drive from akron to milwaukee. maybe with occasional sister company. tomorrow i drive from wisconsin to ohio. alone. sunday i drive from ohio to new york. alone.
what have i learned in all this alone time? i would rather sing loud then sing well. i have a very immature sense of humor (scotrun... beaver valler... 150 reasons to shop... hee hee). and i can eat raspberry pie at 70mph with a fork. oh yeah, bitches. i got mad skills.
the reason from the tripping? grandfather's 75th birthday and mother's day (for mom and grandma).
the other night i discovered the cds for $2.99 or less page on half.com. i stocked up with all the albums i wanted in junior high but couldn't get because i was always grounded and my allowance was permanently suspended (weezer, green day, presidents of the united states of america, veruca salt, hole). but they haven't arrived yet. so i made the drive yesterday with the double disk set from amores perros. i got really good at translating one or two lines per song and singing those at the top of my lungs. while dancing behind the wheel, of course.
originally i was supposed to be driving with the fam today, asleep in the back of their car. but i have to make it back to the office for my last week. so i'm doing it solo. mom and i stopped at best buy for walkie talkies. i need a cb name, that's family safe, please. i grabbed some cds for the extra 16-18 hours. paid full price but got iggy pop, the pixies, and 80s mix, and a strip club mix (oh yes, they sell these at best buy).
norm (my car. she's a girl. a girl named norm. like the boy named sue. only cooler) and i will be back in new york sunday night, wired on caffeine with a stiff knee and swollen vocal cords. and maybe even a naughty truck stop story.
behave yourselves while i'm away. *wink*
what have i learned in all this alone time? i would rather sing loud then sing well. i have a very immature sense of humor (scotrun... beaver valler... 150 reasons to shop... hee hee). and i can eat raspberry pie at 70mph with a fork. oh yeah, bitches. i got mad skills.
the reason from the tripping? grandfather's 75th birthday and mother's day (for mom and grandma).
the other night i discovered the cds for $2.99 or less page on half.com. i stocked up with all the albums i wanted in junior high but couldn't get because i was always grounded and my allowance was permanently suspended (weezer, green day, presidents of the united states of america, veruca salt, hole). but they haven't arrived yet. so i made the drive yesterday with the double disk set from amores perros. i got really good at translating one or two lines per song and singing those at the top of my lungs. while dancing behind the wheel, of course.
originally i was supposed to be driving with the fam today, asleep in the back of their car. but i have to make it back to the office for my last week. so i'm doing it solo. mom and i stopped at best buy for walkie talkies. i need a cb name, that's family safe, please. i grabbed some cds for the extra 16-18 hours. paid full price but got iggy pop, the pixies, and 80s mix, and a strip club mix (oh yes, they sell these at best buy).
norm (my car. she's a girl. a girl named norm. like the boy named sue. only cooler) and i will be back in new york sunday night, wired on caffeine with a stiff knee and swollen vocal cords. and maybe even a naughty truck stop story.
behave yourselves while i'm away. *wink*
posted by Jane Vincent at 2:09 PM
6 Comments:
I've always been rather fond of the word "widget" as a CB handle.
No earthly idea why. It just sounds cool, IMO.
Drive safe, my friend.
-G
Junior high!?! I remember those bands from college! Gah! I feel old!
How about "Texas Red" for your handle since you'll be moving there soon and your hair is red.
Or for the more naughty there's always "New York Pink." ;-)
I can't leave my childhood CB handle here w/o giving away my real name. My dad had a CB and I got a kick out of using it on long car rides. lol It was the late 70's/early 80's and CBs were kinda hip. Or so I thought at age 8.
What an awesome road trip post. I love that you "stocked up with all the albums [you] wanted in junior high but couldn't get because [you were] always grounded and [your]allowance was permanently suspended." I can totally relate. Though fortunately, I had a compassionate friend who taped all his favorite albums for me to keep me content. I also love that you translated brief lyrics to the amores perros soundtrack and sang them at the top of your lungs. Again, I can so relate. Though that movie disturbed me profoundly, so instead I'm working on memorizing "La Oreja de Van Gough" lyrics. Enjoy the rest of your trip!
Hey, you were near me! Well, sort of...
I do all those things on car rides too... music, dancing, eating, and changing my clothes and fixing my make up before I get where I'm going.
Ember
Out of curiosity, where did you get the raspberry pie?
It wasn't from the Essenhaus was it?
Nadia, you're a fuckin' kid. I was in Law School then.
Thomas
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