July 14, 2007

[summer roadshow: the large beyond reason recap, part 2] 5:34 PM

Virginia Beach to Indiana
Even though we're relaxed after Virginia Beach, we're also getting a little fried. Mind you we're not snapping at each other or anything, but driving has officially become a chore. We don't want to do it. But we have to.

I rocket through West Virginia and Kentucky like hell on wheels until we're in Indiana at our friendJohn's house. He informs us that if we stay an extra day we can see Jonatha Brooke in Indianapolis with him. We love Jonatha, so we agree. Even though we just saw her in NYC, we were going to miss the LA show. This is a happy medium ... in the mid-west. Get it?

Boy decides he's going to surprise her at the airport (don't worry, they're actually friends), which leads to whole ordeal involving rain, flat tires, and your favorite singer-songwriters mocking you while you put on the spare. Her show is great and I buy dinner for five because it's only $48. The Mid-west has its advantages. We spent $50 for the two of us the other night here in LA.

Its time to start officially dreading the last leg of the trip, and we are.

The End of the Road
You may have noticed a heatwave hit America while we were gone. We were about to drive through it. But before we hit the evils of the hot, hot deserts, we take 5 days in Kansas City at Boy's Mom's house.

Like all family stops, the visit is nice and relaxing, and we add two days because we're just dreading two 12 hour days of driving back home. When we finally do set off, of course it pours on us, and the heat index starts rising. And Rising.

By the time we hit New Mexico, we're hovering at 104º F, which sucks for the puppy because there's not much grass, only dirt and sand. We spend the night at a Best Western (that was very awesome, I'm a fan) in the middle of nowhere Santa Rosa, NM, where the above storm took place. It was like being in the end of Ghostbusters, real end of the world wrath of God stuff. It was amazing.

The last day of driving was Arizona and California. The highest it got to was 115º. We pulled over, ate, and got gas after the temperature had gone down ... to 108º.

The end of the trip is really a blur to me, and the only thing I can say for sure was that it was hot, I don't really care for the new Kelly Clarkson CD, and I was so happy to get home, even thought it was covered in dust when we walked in the door.

And now I'm tired, and you've read (or skimmed) the trip and you're tired, too. It was a blast, happy to be home, not gonna travel in the next few months!

Ta-Dah.

 




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