5:40p
Random music
After an absolutely amazing Sunday, I woke up Monday and decided that I'd wait one more day before travelling back home. John was hoping to maybe take another shot at the Battleship, and I'd still have a couple of days to relax before returning to work.
I spent the day packing and watching over the dog. John didn't get off until late, so there went my last opportunity for the ship. We took the newly named pup, Bo (short for something that I'll forever hate my boyfriend for, Botox...GRRR) up to Petsmart to get some supplies. Everyone she came in contact with absolutely loved her, petting and playing with her. I had leash duty, and it was fun watching her try to get away. We left and got in the Jeep, and Bo, such a tiny thing then, fell asleep in my lap. John and I decided on doing wings again on my last night in town. The draw? Peanut Butter and Jelly wings. Sit on that for a minute. We pulled up and John got out to go fix our order, leaving me in the Jeep with the dog. We got back into the hotel, and started pigging out. The PB&J wings weren't half bad. As far as attempt number three at the Wii? Fail. I double checked all my stuff, and John helped me load a few things before going to bed.
The next morning, I got up with John to tell him goodbye, and I got a few more hours sleep before I had to get up to get ready. I couldn't believe the day was here already; I didn't want to leave. I loaded up the rest of my stuff, and hooked up all the electronics and chargers in the Cobalt, and walked Bo one last time. After telling her goodbye, I left my hotel key on the table, and let the door shut behind me. It was official: time to come home. I left a little later than I wanted to, 10:30, but I knew it wasn't going to be long before I'd be home. I was through Mississippi in an hour, and Louisiana wasn't nearly as bad this time around, hardly any rain....until I got back to Texas and was greeted by, yes, rain! I watched the towering thunderhead all the way from Lake Charles, and hoped I'd be missing it.
It was 6:30 by the time I made it home, and after unloading the essentials, I called it an early night. This was the first vacation I'd taken alone, the furthest I'd ever driven, and I didn't regret a single thing. I told myself I could do it again. This vacation was amazing, emotional, fun, beautiful, scary, and quite a learning experience......
And I was super ready to do it again.
Tuesday, August 16, 2016
Monday, June 6, 2016
Ala-bay-mia (or Alabama for short) (2)
Music: ASOT
it's late, that's all I know. Coffee, anyone?
Saturday, after sleeping through John crashing around the hotel getting ready for work, I woke up in a much better mood. I heated up some breakfast, and took a long bath in the huge spa tub that could probably fit 10 people. I took my time getting ready, and decided I'd take a solo tour around town, explore. The main thoroughfare in town is similar to 1960 back home in Houston; very busy. Mobile is a nice town, lots of eats and new places I'd never seen before, just wish I'd had more time to explore. I found a Checkers and stopped for lunch. I wish they'd open one again back home. Their fries are the best. I went back to the hotel and took my medication (it's hard to stay on a strict diet when you're away from home), and found a movie on TV. John got 'home' and we took off to get my money back on those tires. They tried to say no at first, but finally I got a refund. We ran a couple more errands, and went back to the hotel to switch vehicles. We were wanting dinner, and John suggested a wing place that Houston doesn't have. We ate and tried a few of the drinks on their menu. It was a nice night out. Once back at the hotel, we attempted to break open the Wii so we could play before calling it a night, but neither of us made it past the initial set up.
The plan was to be up early the next morning, since John had the day off, and go to breakfast somewhere. I slept right through the alarm (not normal for me), and even John tried to get me to get up. So we ended up getting a little later start. The plan was to hit up the Battleship, then try to make the drive into Florida. It was one of my ultimate goals on this trip. After a nice brunch at Cracker Barrel, we went to another co-workers home in north Mobile. His dog had a litter of puppies, Bloodhounds, and John was to be adopting one of them. Originally planned for the baby, John saw it would be nice to have a companion for when he's on the road. So we went by to pay them a visit, but I was so eager to be getting on the road, and we were losing daylight. The dogs were cute, and I know it would make John happy, and it was another way to help him grieve. I was happy, too, because technically, she'd be half mine, too (he was adopting a girl). I saw her parents and thought holy shit this dog will be huge. I loved watching her play and run around. After some chatting with the co-worker and my growing impatience (babe...it's Florida...), we headed for the Battleship park.
The park was beautiful, sitting right on the water, and you could see I10 for miles. We were late though; the entrance to the Battleship itself closed a half hour before. I was disappointed. I really wanted to come here. Let down after let down.....However, we were able to walk around the park, as they had a bunch of decommissioned jets and tanks and planes. Got some good pictures. John even described some of the Coast Guard stuff laying around: a plane and a rescue boat. So, with nothing else to lose and going as far as we could around the park, we started making the drive into Florida. The route was boring; lots of nothing to see but trees. We saw the welcome sign about an hour later, and we stopped off at the welcome center. We were very close to Pensacola. Was cool seeing a Blue Angel plane in front. Continuing on, we hit Pensacola and found a local Starbucks, so we stopped off. John got us some drinks, and he bought some cups and tumblers for Christmas gifts, and he bought both of us a Florida collector's mug (these mugs are awesome, and you can pretty much find them for every city/state). A souvenir! It now sits proudly on my souvenir/shot glass collection shelf.
We decided to go explore the city (beach) before it got too dark. I was on the edge of my seat the entire time; everything was so new, and beautiful! We drove on the longest bridge/causeway I'd ever been on, headed for the island. The sun was starting to set, and seeing it over the bay was awesome. We passed through Gulf Breeze, continuing south. Once we hit the actual island, the scenery really came to life. Not like Galveston, but some of the same stuff you'd find at the beach; lots of shops and eats. So much color...
John is pretty Florida-savvy, and he kept driving. I was anxious to step foot on the actual beach, but I tried to stay patient and trust that John knew where he was going. It was getting dark, so I couldn't see a whole lot, but just being there and up to this point was awesome. John finally pulled into an empty parking lot, and in front of me was a bunch of brush and tall wispy weeds/brush. I knew we were here. I'd packed a bag with a change of beach clothes just for walking around, but I forgot all about it. I didn't care anymore. I had one goal. We got out of the Jeep and I saw there was a very long wooden bridge leading down to the beach. Hand in hand, we started to make the trek down the bridge, and I had to stop in my tracks. Laid out in front of me was miles and miles of the most beautiful beach I'd ever seen. Just beautiful. There was too much to take in. The pull was too strong and I couldn't wait anymore; I squealed and took off. I don't even think John cared; he probably enjoyed watching my reactions more than the beach itself! The sand was so clean, so soft, cool to the touch. Wait, when did my shoes come off? I hit the water at top speed and it was so warm and clean and inviting, and I wished it had been a little earlier; the sun was almost completely lost in the western sky, casting the last bit of a beautiful glow down the beach. I could almost still see the beautiful blue/green of the water, even in the darkness. It was breathtaking.
John had caught up to me, and I was racing up and down the shore, splashing and kicking and squealing and having the time of my life. I had to keep my pant legs pulled up to avoid getting soaked, making for an even funnier scene. There was not one soul on that beach, it was like our own private place, which made it all the more intimate for such a huge span. John didn't say anything, just watched and played in the water and trying to splash me. Just letting me completely soak in everything. He stopped me and took my hand, and we walked out into the water, not very far, as we were on an unfamiliar beach and unsure of how far and how deep the water was. He pointed out something and it was then I noticed what was missing:
The water didn't have that nasty/salty smell like on Galveston. It was fresh, the way a beach is supposed to be. We stood there forever, letting our senses take in everything. I looked up at the sky; it was perfectly clear, and you could see every star and constellation. I remembered why I was here and seeing this made me thankful for life, as I thought of my daughter and knowing she was happy to see me happy. I didn't feel the weight of the stress or sadness or anything else, just complete happiness: I haven't felt that way in a very long time. I was almost dizzy from the feeling of almost being weightless. The beach felt like a piece of Heaven itself, and I never wanted it to end. John and I walked a little ways up and down the edge of the water, hand in hand and stopping every once in a while to see the ships way out on the horizon. It was too dark to try to find any shells hidden in the sand.
I knew it was getting late, and John had to work tomorrow. We took one last splash and started making our way across back up to the bridge. I took one last look back before the beach disappeared behind the trees, and I knew I'd remember this night for the rest of my life. A picture of the same beach we were on (only this one is in the daylight) is now forever set as my lock screen on my phone, and every time I see it, I smile. It's still so clear and vivid, even now, months later, and I can still feel the cool touch of the sand, and still hear the sound of the waves.
We started making our way back across the causeway, and John told me he knew the beach might be deserted. He used to come to this area often. After some confusion and both of us pulling out our GPS's, we found a Walmart back off the interstate, hoping they'd have souvenirs, another goal of ours. I got some shot glasses, a postcard, and keychain, and John got some gifts for family and some mugs for him. Heading back to Alabama, we were replaying the events of the day and I knew he was beyond tired, but he told me it was definitely worth it, and we'd have to plan a trip back with a longer stay. I don't remember getting back to the hotel, or getting into bed.
I dreamed of the water that night; the sounds and the colors, but we weren't alone...there was a feeling of another presence, splashing and laughing right along with us...
it's late, that's all I know. Coffee, anyone?
Saturday, after sleeping through John crashing around the hotel getting ready for work, I woke up in a much better mood. I heated up some breakfast, and took a long bath in the huge spa tub that could probably fit 10 people. I took my time getting ready, and decided I'd take a solo tour around town, explore. The main thoroughfare in town is similar to 1960 back home in Houston; very busy. Mobile is a nice town, lots of eats and new places I'd never seen before, just wish I'd had more time to explore. I found a Checkers and stopped for lunch. I wish they'd open one again back home. Their fries are the best. I went back to the hotel and took my medication (it's hard to stay on a strict diet when you're away from home), and found a movie on TV. John got 'home' and we took off to get my money back on those tires. They tried to say no at first, but finally I got a refund. We ran a couple more errands, and went back to the hotel to switch vehicles. We were wanting dinner, and John suggested a wing place that Houston doesn't have. We ate and tried a few of the drinks on their menu. It was a nice night out. Once back at the hotel, we attempted to break open the Wii so we could play before calling it a night, but neither of us made it past the initial set up.
The plan was to be up early the next morning, since John had the day off, and go to breakfast somewhere. I slept right through the alarm (not normal for me), and even John tried to get me to get up. So we ended up getting a little later start. The plan was to hit up the Battleship, then try to make the drive into Florida. It was one of my ultimate goals on this trip. After a nice brunch at Cracker Barrel, we went to another co-workers home in north Mobile. His dog had a litter of puppies, Bloodhounds, and John was to be adopting one of them. Originally planned for the baby, John saw it would be nice to have a companion for when he's on the road. So we went by to pay them a visit, but I was so eager to be getting on the road, and we were losing daylight. The dogs were cute, and I know it would make John happy, and it was another way to help him grieve. I was happy, too, because technically, she'd be half mine, too (he was adopting a girl). I saw her parents and thought holy shit this dog will be huge. I loved watching her play and run around. After some chatting with the co-worker and my growing impatience (babe...it's Florida...), we headed for the Battleship park.
The park was beautiful, sitting right on the water, and you could see I10 for miles. We were late though; the entrance to the Battleship itself closed a half hour before. I was disappointed. I really wanted to come here. Let down after let down.....However, we were able to walk around the park, as they had a bunch of decommissioned jets and tanks and planes. Got some good pictures. John even described some of the Coast Guard stuff laying around: a plane and a rescue boat. So, with nothing else to lose and going as far as we could around the park, we started making the drive into Florida. The route was boring; lots of nothing to see but trees. We saw the welcome sign about an hour later, and we stopped off at the welcome center. We were very close to Pensacola. Was cool seeing a Blue Angel plane in front. Continuing on, we hit Pensacola and found a local Starbucks, so we stopped off. John got us some drinks, and he bought some cups and tumblers for Christmas gifts, and he bought both of us a Florida collector's mug (these mugs are awesome, and you can pretty much find them for every city/state). A souvenir! It now sits proudly on my souvenir/shot glass collection shelf.
We decided to go explore the city (beach) before it got too dark. I was on the edge of my seat the entire time; everything was so new, and beautiful! We drove on the longest bridge/causeway I'd ever been on, headed for the island. The sun was starting to set, and seeing it over the bay was awesome. We passed through Gulf Breeze, continuing south. Once we hit the actual island, the scenery really came to life. Not like Galveston, but some of the same stuff you'd find at the beach; lots of shops and eats. So much color...
John is pretty Florida-savvy, and he kept driving. I was anxious to step foot on the actual beach, but I tried to stay patient and trust that John knew where he was going. It was getting dark, so I couldn't see a whole lot, but just being there and up to this point was awesome. John finally pulled into an empty parking lot, and in front of me was a bunch of brush and tall wispy weeds/brush. I knew we were here. I'd packed a bag with a change of beach clothes just for walking around, but I forgot all about it. I didn't care anymore. I had one goal. We got out of the Jeep and I saw there was a very long wooden bridge leading down to the beach. Hand in hand, we started to make the trek down the bridge, and I had to stop in my tracks. Laid out in front of me was miles and miles of the most beautiful beach I'd ever seen. Just beautiful. There was too much to take in. The pull was too strong and I couldn't wait anymore; I squealed and took off. I don't even think John cared; he probably enjoyed watching my reactions more than the beach itself! The sand was so clean, so soft, cool to the touch. Wait, when did my shoes come off? I hit the water at top speed and it was so warm and clean and inviting, and I wished it had been a little earlier; the sun was almost completely lost in the western sky, casting the last bit of a beautiful glow down the beach. I could almost still see the beautiful blue/green of the water, even in the darkness. It was breathtaking.
John had caught up to me, and I was racing up and down the shore, splashing and kicking and squealing and having the time of my life. I had to keep my pant legs pulled up to avoid getting soaked, making for an even funnier scene. There was not one soul on that beach, it was like our own private place, which made it all the more intimate for such a huge span. John didn't say anything, just watched and played in the water and trying to splash me. Just letting me completely soak in everything. He stopped me and took my hand, and we walked out into the water, not very far, as we were on an unfamiliar beach and unsure of how far and how deep the water was. He pointed out something and it was then I noticed what was missing:
The water didn't have that nasty/salty smell like on Galveston. It was fresh, the way a beach is supposed to be. We stood there forever, letting our senses take in everything. I looked up at the sky; it was perfectly clear, and you could see every star and constellation. I remembered why I was here and seeing this made me thankful for life, as I thought of my daughter and knowing she was happy to see me happy. I didn't feel the weight of the stress or sadness or anything else, just complete happiness: I haven't felt that way in a very long time. I was almost dizzy from the feeling of almost being weightless. The beach felt like a piece of Heaven itself, and I never wanted it to end. John and I walked a little ways up and down the edge of the water, hand in hand and stopping every once in a while to see the ships way out on the horizon. It was too dark to try to find any shells hidden in the sand.
I knew it was getting late, and John had to work tomorrow. We took one last splash and started making our way across back up to the bridge. I took one last look back before the beach disappeared behind the trees, and I knew I'd remember this night for the rest of my life. A picture of the same beach we were on (only this one is in the daylight) is now forever set as my lock screen on my phone, and every time I see it, I smile. It's still so clear and vivid, even now, months later, and I can still feel the cool touch of the sand, and still hear the sound of the waves.
We started making our way back across the causeway, and John told me he knew the beach might be deserted. He used to come to this area often. After some confusion and both of us pulling out our GPS's, we found a Walmart back off the interstate, hoping they'd have souvenirs, another goal of ours. I got some shot glasses, a postcard, and keychain, and John got some gifts for family and some mugs for him. Heading back to Alabama, we were replaying the events of the day and I knew he was beyond tired, but he told me it was definitely worth it, and we'd have to plan a trip back with a longer stay. I don't remember getting back to the hotel, or getting into bed.
I dreamed of the water that night; the sounds and the colors, but we weren't alone...there was a feeling of another presence, splashing and laughing right along with us...
Monday, February 1, 2016
Ala-bay-mia. (or Alabama for short) (1)
Music: "Simple and Clean" (Kingdom Hearts) PlanitB Remix- Utada Hikaru
11:30p
(written late October)
Life as an adult is great, isn't it? It's a never ending cycle of things that need to get done, only to get even more things shoved at you before you can accomplish the other aforementioned things. You get up, try not to die, and go to bed. Yup, adult life is great.
Seriously, though, it's been a good month.
After finding out that the gastroenterologist I was supposed to see had unexpectedly left on a permanent hiatus, my nurse, Pat, set me up with another specialist for two weeks from that day. After ANOTHER round of blood work (I've lost count now-the hcg levels are going down since the operation, which is a good sign), I went home and focused on the task of packing for Alabama. I burned some CD's, (since iTunes was pissing me off, and ordering a new MP3 player was just pissing me off even more), and tried not to worry about the car. Two days before I was due to leave (the day of the doctor's appointment, to be exact), I noticed a vibration coming from the front end of my car. Great. Just great. I took the car to Frank, who confirmed that all four tires would need replacing soon, and the front passenger tire had a bad spot on it, but that he didn't see a problem with it getting to Alabama. I know I was due to have some other work on it, but they promised me it could wait. And dealerships are expensive as it is.
While Frank was re-balancing my tires for my peace of mind, I ran in to Walmart to grab a few last-minute things. I realized that I was going somewhere I'd never been before. I'd been on the route, but only as a passenger, never a driver (and I was three at the time). My phone had been acting up, and I thought Verizon had fixed the issue, so I really didn't feel comfortable using my phone's GPS. I went and looked at Walmart's GPS systems. I found a good one for a good price, and figured I'd use some of the bonus money coming in that week, and decided it would be an early birthday present to myself. So glad I did that...it would come in handy later (maybe).
I got the okay on the car, and went home to finish packing. I was nervous, excited, and anxious to get to John, but the drive was all I could think about. I did sleep well that night. The next morning, I loaded up the car, and hooked everything up for easy access on the road. After a quick fill-up, and a prayer, I was off. I knew that once I got past Orange, I'd be in unfamiliar territory, as I hadn't seen this route since I was three, and I remember nothing of our drives to South Carolina. The trip started out with no hiccups. However, once I got into Louisiana, all hell broke loose. I had taken to catching 18-wheelers, riding along with them, just cruising and in no real hurry. It started raining not too far past Lake Charles, and things just went downhill from there. The rain was so bad at one point, that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. I could see nothing around me, nor barely in front of me. I didn't even know if I was in my lane anymore. The thing that saved me was the current trucker I'd picked up. We were in the center lane (maybe). I noticed everyone was slowing way down, and had turned on their emergency flashers. I did the same. I couldn't see anything, except the outline of the 18-wheeler, and its tail lights. I didn't know what to do, or what I should do. Do I pull over? But I thought, with the rain so bad, I can't even see what lane is what, and if I did by some miracle, make it to the shoulder, what if a car hit me because they also couldn't see? I kept the outline of the 18-wheeler in the dead center of my windshield, and used him as my guide. The rain never let up. Never seen anything like it in my life; not on the road. It finally did, though, and I was hoping that was the last of the bad weather.
I needed to take a break and get my bearings back, so I stopped off in Jennings for something to eat. I pulled off into the parking lot and sat in the car, facing back west where I'd left the rain behind. The storm was moving fast, and I definitely didn't want to do THAT again (and I wasn't storm and RADAR equipped, the only thing on my person was my smartphone...lesson learned for next time), so I finished eating and was back on the road. Not too long after, I was doing 65, and there was a really significant wobble that came from the front end, enough to send a jolt of fear through me. You've got to be kidding. I'm going to die before I make it to Mobile, either from the blinding rain, or from a blowout. The rest of the trip, I had to do either 60 or 70, and anything in between would randomly throw out a period of huge vibrations. I'm getting these damn tires replaced when I get to Mobile, come hell or high water (no pun intended).
The rain never quit. I'd hit periods of heavy rain, then it would dwindle, then pick back up again. Once I hit Baton Rouge and crossed over the big bridge, I hit some traffic. Sitting on the peak of the bridge, I came to a dead stop. The car started vibrating violently, like it was going to shake apart. What the hell? I thought it was the swaying of the bridge, but it was the car, and I thought for sure it was going to die or overheat right there. I'm too far away for anyone to come get me, and I was freaking out by this point. I had to keep inching forward, to keep moving, because for some reason that's the only thing that would stop the violent vibrating, but traffic was too heavy and I almost bumped another trucker. I got over the bridge and reached my goal of finding I-12. Once I crossed onto the 100-mile bridge (SLIGHT exaggeration there), the rain took over again and I just kept my current trucker in my box. I was praying the car would get me there. Now off work, John called and asked for updates every so often. He was worried. I kept calm, though I was freaking out inside.
I eventually made it back to I-10 again, so I knew I was getting close to Mississippi. Thank God. Louisiana treated me like shit, so yeah, fuck you and stuff. Takes forever to cross that damn state. Once I crossed the state line, I FINALLY had a break from the rain; the sun even came out. An hour later, and I all but jumped out of my (car) seat when I saw the welcome sign for Alabama. So close! The GPS was really good, and I didn't need it except for the I-12/I-10 exits. I knew I was to be looking for I-65 into Mobile, and by this time, John was on the phone helping me. Somehow, I missed the turn off. Damn GPS! I missed the two exit lanes, so I had to do a strange U-turn. 10 minutes into this damn state, and I'm already lost and confused. Once I hit 65, John told me what street/exit to look for. Okay, when you have your boyfriend, and stupid GPS talking to you at the same time, and my knack for getting lost, you're more than likely to really get lost. I took the right exit, but missed the light! UGH! He said something about a church, and a feeder road. The roads are really weird over there, too. Toto, I don't think we're in Houston anymore. I was so pissed and frustrated and tired from the drive and the car trouble that I finally pulled into said church and slammed the car into park. John said don't move, he was on his way. Good, because at this point, I'm totally done, and your ass will come tow me to wherever the hell you're living. No more! He pulled up in a dark tinted Jeep (strange because I didn't know he'd bought a car??), so I couldn't see him right off, nor did he stop. He pulled away, so I followed him. Guess where the hotel was?
A block away. One fucking block away.
Oh, I'm laughing now, and I had to admit, I had to laugh at myself then, because only I could get lost with a damn GPS. Fuck it, I made it, I'm alive. Pulling into the hotel, I got out and finally saw John for the first time in nearly three months. It was as if I'd just seen him yesterday, but seeing a stranger at the same time. Now, saying something cheesy like 'I ran straight into his arms, and I was home' seems like something that should stay in the romance novels, but, well, that's exactly what happened. Picking up where we left off, but such different times now. Got my stuff unloaded and into the room, and after a reunion/welcome dinner at Olive Garden, it was lights out.
John got off to work super early Friday morning, so once I got up I planned to call around some Walmarts and find some tires. Yep, easy, no-hassle day. Got a GPS to cruise around, what can go wrong? John called me after I woke up and said he was coming to have me follow him to the shop where the truck was (the Jeep was a rental, he later told me) so he could pick it up. I followed him to the shop, and explained to the owner about my tires. He was happy to pull my car in to take a look, and quote me for some tires. They pulled her out, I got back in..
The fucker didn't start. By now, I'm ready to go find the Acme explosives, and watch a damn good fireworks show. I'm willing to walk back to Texas at this point. I was seeing red because oh my God you stupid car! John was able to calm me down, and the guys had to charge her up before they could pull her BACK into the shop, because the battery was now shot. She's an '08, never had the battery replaced. Probably explained the violent shaking back in Baton Rouge yesterday. So John took me to IHOP for a late breakfast, right across the street from the shop, and we had a good view (my back was to the window so I wouldn't get the reminder and get pissed again). We got back, and $150 dollars later, I was back off to the hotel to get rolling (no pun intended) on these tires. John ended up leaving the truck behind at the shop again anyway, because the A/C wasn't quite fixed.
The first Walmart I called said they had the tires. Cool. I found my way easily, but when I got there, they only had three (brings back God-awful memories of my Auto days...God bless computers, right?). So I had them call around to see who had the fourth. Grab these three, pick up the fourth one, done deal...off to vacation! I would not only be kicking myself later, but also stabbing myself in the eyeballs. The store address I was given, was then plugged into the good ol' trusty TomTom. I ended up at a fucking Neighborhood Market bullshit store (I didn't know they had these over here), with no tire center. Okay, I've now been in this God forsaken car for Two Days, I'm tired and at the end of my rope with any rational thinking. John called, off work and asked where I was. No fucking clue, but this fucking store about to get burned to the ground. I backtracked and John and I ended up meeting at the right store (after a fun car chase where I got lost again and John and I passed each other up and then a turn got missed...okay, you can stop laughing now), the one with the fourth tire. The tech there spotted something that I, a former know-it-all and semi-tech SHOULD have caught on to (cue the kicking and stabbing); he explained the tires the other store sold me were bad, weather worn, and said he wouldn't feel comfortable installing these tires, there'd be no way I'd make it back to Texas. This guy was great, he really knew his stuff, was really nice and wanted to do whatever it took to help us (me). I asked the tech that if you have the tires, put them on, we'll figure out the defected ones later. So John and I walked around the store, cutting up and getting into trouble. I was ready for the madness to end, and salvage what was left of my vacation.
I got four brand-new tires, and we decided that we'd handle the old tires tomorrow, we'd both had enough for the day. John and I were going to meet a co-worker of his for dinner (forgot his name, Curtis? -maybe-). We met at this Mexican restaurant that was probably as big as my bedroom. Apparently, it's the hot spot in town because we endured an hour and a half wait to get inside. People were flocking this place like it was going out of style. So John and (maybe) Curtis were sitting outside, and the two boys launch into the epic Nintendo/gaming conversation to end all conversations. Oh my God if I could get J.R. up in this shit, they'd talk for days, and I'd have to pick them off one by one to get them to shut up. The conversation weaved into different things that were way over my head, so I just listened and tried to get into vacation mode again. When I explained to (maybe) Curtis about my fellow Nintendo-nerd friend, he got excited and we all agreed that he'd fit in just fine. We finally went inside and I could see what the hype was about; the food was awesome! Worth the wait. After dinner, the boys and I went to Walmart because the Mario Maker had just been released, and the Nintendo-nerds HAD to have their hands on it. Sorry, my gaming money had just been eaten by my evil Cobalt. After some chaos at Walmart and getting the Wii's, we all parted ways. (maybe) Curtis was pretty cool, and I hoped to meet him again. Got back to the hotel, and I was becoming more familiar with my surroundings. I left the stupid tires in my car, and went straight to bed, hoping that the worst was behind me. Turns out the best part was yet to come..and would leave me a lifetime of memories....
11:30p
(written late October)
Life as an adult is great, isn't it? It's a never ending cycle of things that need to get done, only to get even more things shoved at you before you can accomplish the other aforementioned things. You get up, try not to die, and go to bed. Yup, adult life is great.
Seriously, though, it's been a good month.
After finding out that the gastroenterologist I was supposed to see had unexpectedly left on a permanent hiatus, my nurse, Pat, set me up with another specialist for two weeks from that day. After ANOTHER round of blood work (I've lost count now-the hcg levels are going down since the operation, which is a good sign), I went home and focused on the task of packing for Alabama. I burned some CD's, (since iTunes was pissing me off, and ordering a new MP3 player was just pissing me off even more), and tried not to worry about the car. Two days before I was due to leave (the day of the doctor's appointment, to be exact), I noticed a vibration coming from the front end of my car. Great. Just great. I took the car to Frank, who confirmed that all four tires would need replacing soon, and the front passenger tire had a bad spot on it, but that he didn't see a problem with it getting to Alabama. I know I was due to have some other work on it, but they promised me it could wait. And dealerships are expensive as it is.
While Frank was re-balancing my tires for my peace of mind, I ran in to Walmart to grab a few last-minute things. I realized that I was going somewhere I'd never been before. I'd been on the route, but only as a passenger, never a driver (and I was three at the time). My phone had been acting up, and I thought Verizon had fixed the issue, so I really didn't feel comfortable using my phone's GPS. I went and looked at Walmart's GPS systems. I found a good one for a good price, and figured I'd use some of the bonus money coming in that week, and decided it would be an early birthday present to myself. So glad I did that...it would come in handy later (maybe).
I got the okay on the car, and went home to finish packing. I was nervous, excited, and anxious to get to John, but the drive was all I could think about. I did sleep well that night. The next morning, I loaded up the car, and hooked everything up for easy access on the road. After a quick fill-up, and a prayer, I was off. I knew that once I got past Orange, I'd be in unfamiliar territory, as I hadn't seen this route since I was three, and I remember nothing of our drives to South Carolina. The trip started out with no hiccups. However, once I got into Louisiana, all hell broke loose. I had taken to catching 18-wheelers, riding along with them, just cruising and in no real hurry. It started raining not too far past Lake Charles, and things just went downhill from there. The rain was so bad at one point, that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. I could see nothing around me, nor barely in front of me. I didn't even know if I was in my lane anymore. The thing that saved me was the current trucker I'd picked up. We were in the center lane (maybe). I noticed everyone was slowing way down, and had turned on their emergency flashers. I did the same. I couldn't see anything, except the outline of the 18-wheeler, and its tail lights. I didn't know what to do, or what I should do. Do I pull over? But I thought, with the rain so bad, I can't even see what lane is what, and if I did by some miracle, make it to the shoulder, what if a car hit me because they also couldn't see? I kept the outline of the 18-wheeler in the dead center of my windshield, and used him as my guide. The rain never let up. Never seen anything like it in my life; not on the road. It finally did, though, and I was hoping that was the last of the bad weather.
I needed to take a break and get my bearings back, so I stopped off in Jennings for something to eat. I pulled off into the parking lot and sat in the car, facing back west where I'd left the rain behind. The storm was moving fast, and I definitely didn't want to do THAT again (and I wasn't storm and RADAR equipped, the only thing on my person was my smartphone...lesson learned for next time), so I finished eating and was back on the road. Not too long after, I was doing 65, and there was a really significant wobble that came from the front end, enough to send a jolt of fear through me. You've got to be kidding. I'm going to die before I make it to Mobile, either from the blinding rain, or from a blowout. The rest of the trip, I had to do either 60 or 70, and anything in between would randomly throw out a period of huge vibrations. I'm getting these damn tires replaced when I get to Mobile, come hell or high water (no pun intended).
The rain never quit. I'd hit periods of heavy rain, then it would dwindle, then pick back up again. Once I hit Baton Rouge and crossed over the big bridge, I hit some traffic. Sitting on the peak of the bridge, I came to a dead stop. The car started vibrating violently, like it was going to shake apart. What the hell? I thought it was the swaying of the bridge, but it was the car, and I thought for sure it was going to die or overheat right there. I'm too far away for anyone to come get me, and I was freaking out by this point. I had to keep inching forward, to keep moving, because for some reason that's the only thing that would stop the violent vibrating, but traffic was too heavy and I almost bumped another trucker. I got over the bridge and reached my goal of finding I-12. Once I crossed onto the 100-mile bridge (SLIGHT exaggeration there), the rain took over again and I just kept my current trucker in my box. I was praying the car would get me there. Now off work, John called and asked for updates every so often. He was worried. I kept calm, though I was freaking out inside.
I eventually made it back to I-10 again, so I knew I was getting close to Mississippi. Thank God. Louisiana treated me like shit, so yeah, fuck you and stuff. Takes forever to cross that damn state. Once I crossed the state line, I FINALLY had a break from the rain; the sun even came out. An hour later, and I all but jumped out of my (car) seat when I saw the welcome sign for Alabama. So close! The GPS was really good, and I didn't need it except for the I-12/I-10 exits. I knew I was to be looking for I-65 into Mobile, and by this time, John was on the phone helping me. Somehow, I missed the turn off. Damn GPS! I missed the two exit lanes, so I had to do a strange U-turn. 10 minutes into this damn state, and I'm already lost and confused. Once I hit 65, John told me what street/exit to look for. Okay, when you have your boyfriend, and stupid GPS talking to you at the same time, and my knack for getting lost, you're more than likely to really get lost. I took the right exit, but missed the light! UGH! He said something about a church, and a feeder road. The roads are really weird over there, too. Toto, I don't think we're in Houston anymore. I was so pissed and frustrated and tired from the drive and the car trouble that I finally pulled into said church and slammed the car into park. John said don't move, he was on his way. Good, because at this point, I'm totally done, and your ass will come tow me to wherever the hell you're living. No more! He pulled up in a dark tinted Jeep (strange because I didn't know he'd bought a car??), so I couldn't see him right off, nor did he stop. He pulled away, so I followed him. Guess where the hotel was?
A block away. One fucking block away.
Oh, I'm laughing now, and I had to admit, I had to laugh at myself then, because only I could get lost with a damn GPS. Fuck it, I made it, I'm alive. Pulling into the hotel, I got out and finally saw John for the first time in nearly three months. It was as if I'd just seen him yesterday, but seeing a stranger at the same time. Now, saying something cheesy like 'I ran straight into his arms, and I was home' seems like something that should stay in the romance novels, but, well, that's exactly what happened. Picking up where we left off, but such different times now. Got my stuff unloaded and into the room, and after a reunion/welcome dinner at Olive Garden, it was lights out.
John got off to work super early Friday morning, so once I got up I planned to call around some Walmarts and find some tires. Yep, easy, no-hassle day. Got a GPS to cruise around, what can go wrong? John called me after I woke up and said he was coming to have me follow him to the shop where the truck was (the Jeep was a rental, he later told me) so he could pick it up. I followed him to the shop, and explained to the owner about my tires. He was happy to pull my car in to take a look, and quote me for some tires. They pulled her out, I got back in..
The fucker didn't start. By now, I'm ready to go find the Acme explosives, and watch a damn good fireworks show. I'm willing to walk back to Texas at this point. I was seeing red because oh my God you stupid car! John was able to calm me down, and the guys had to charge her up before they could pull her BACK into the shop, because the battery was now shot. She's an '08, never had the battery replaced. Probably explained the violent shaking back in Baton Rouge yesterday. So John took me to IHOP for a late breakfast, right across the street from the shop, and we had a good view (my back was to the window so I wouldn't get the reminder and get pissed again). We got back, and $150 dollars later, I was back off to the hotel to get rolling (no pun intended) on these tires. John ended up leaving the truck behind at the shop again anyway, because the A/C wasn't quite fixed.
The first Walmart I called said they had the tires. Cool. I found my way easily, but when I got there, they only had three (brings back God-awful memories of my Auto days...God bless computers, right?). So I had them call around to see who had the fourth. Grab these three, pick up the fourth one, done deal...off to vacation! I would not only be kicking myself later, but also stabbing myself in the eyeballs. The store address I was given, was then plugged into the good ol' trusty TomTom. I ended up at a fucking Neighborhood Market bullshit store (I didn't know they had these over here), with no tire center. Okay, I've now been in this God forsaken car for Two Days, I'm tired and at the end of my rope with any rational thinking. John called, off work and asked where I was. No fucking clue, but this fucking store about to get burned to the ground. I backtracked and John and I ended up meeting at the right store (after a fun car chase where I got lost again and John and I passed each other up and then a turn got missed...okay, you can stop laughing now), the one with the fourth tire. The tech there spotted something that I, a former know-it-all and semi-tech SHOULD have caught on to (cue the kicking and stabbing); he explained the tires the other store sold me were bad, weather worn, and said he wouldn't feel comfortable installing these tires, there'd be no way I'd make it back to Texas. This guy was great, he really knew his stuff, was really nice and wanted to do whatever it took to help us (me). I asked the tech that if you have the tires, put them on, we'll figure out the defected ones later. So John and I walked around the store, cutting up and getting into trouble. I was ready for the madness to end, and salvage what was left of my vacation.
I got four brand-new tires, and we decided that we'd handle the old tires tomorrow, we'd both had enough for the day. John and I were going to meet a co-worker of his for dinner (forgot his name, Curtis? -maybe-). We met at this Mexican restaurant that was probably as big as my bedroom. Apparently, it's the hot spot in town because we endured an hour and a half wait to get inside. People were flocking this place like it was going out of style. So John and (maybe) Curtis were sitting outside, and the two boys launch into the epic Nintendo/gaming conversation to end all conversations. Oh my God if I could get J.R. up in this shit, they'd talk for days, and I'd have to pick them off one by one to get them to shut up. The conversation weaved into different things that were way over my head, so I just listened and tried to get into vacation mode again. When I explained to (maybe) Curtis about my fellow Nintendo-nerd friend, he got excited and we all agreed that he'd fit in just fine. We finally went inside and I could see what the hype was about; the food was awesome! Worth the wait. After dinner, the boys and I went to Walmart because the Mario Maker had just been released, and the Nintendo-nerds HAD to have their hands on it. Sorry, my gaming money had just been eaten by my evil Cobalt. After some chaos at Walmart and getting the Wii's, we all parted ways. (maybe) Curtis was pretty cool, and I hoped to meet him again. Got back to the hotel, and I was becoming more familiar with my surroundings. I left the stupid tires in my car, and went straight to bed, hoping that the worst was behind me. Turns out the best part was yet to come..and would leave me a lifetime of memories....
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