Happy
Memorial Day. Yet another
holiday that used to have a meaning, but rather than having become the usual
orgy of capitalism, is more of one huge national
drunken frat party. Down in
these parts that
kegger usually takes place on the
lake, which is many
miles out of town. Drunken
yuppie rednecks,
SUVs,
high speeds,
water,
heavy machinery, what a combination. Thank heavens I'm leaving...but of course I'm leaving early, which is
not cool because there's so much left to pack. May not leave till near
midnight, in which case we probably won't make it any further than
Ft. Smith, AR before finding a
motel and
crashing, so I doubt there will be anything to add to
Wintersweet's I-40 Road Trip. My
dad is here to "help" and is driving me
up the wall. Yaaargh. ... Okay, there is NO WAY that we are leaving
tonight. Tomorrow morning.
Maybe. Geh.
It's been a very
long day. I'm exhausted. Thank goodness for
Starrynight, who
ICQ-chatted with me for much of the day. And for the silliness in the
Chatterbox.
P_I, yer
pony rides
rule.