Last week I went on a Road trip. Oh, how I love road trips. There is nothing quite like the open road. I took some mental notes to share...
~I upper body dance while I drive. No I will not demonstrate.
~I saw approximately 10 deer in a small square patch of land, not more than an acre, at dusk. That freaked me the fuck out. Need I remind you that
I killed their cousin Vinny in Flagstaff?
~On my 6 hour drive to KS I saw more roadkill than I have seen my entire life!
~On my return trip the amount of roadkill was less, but I saw 3 dead deer, and a HUGE snake squashed in the middle of the road. *shudder*
~In just a 8 mile stretch of interstate where the speed limit is 70mph I had 8 cars pass me while I was going 75mph and all but ONE had their cell phone to their ear!!!!! That shit pisses me off!!! You know they were doing at least 79mph and just chatting away! Get a fucking hands-free ear piece you doh'tards!
~My road trip play list is the best EVER!!! It totally rocks. My upper body dancing proves that.
~I'm all about making good time. On my way there I only stopped for gas and Sonic. Even though I saw many things I wanted to take pictures of, I didn't take the time to stop and "small the roses."
~On my return trip I took the time. So much so that I even sat down at a Mexican restaurant that always has their parking lot full whenever I drive by. Yeah. I learned that those folks just don't know any better.