November 29, 2004
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I knew there was a lot of stuff I left out about the trip, so I will fill in what I have realized is missing at this time.
John is crazy. We drank bottle after bottle after bottle of water the
whole way home. He would not throw his bottles away, instead saving
them so that he could recycle them when we got home. Now, I’m all for
recycling, but that is a bit much. Its not like we had tons of room in
the cab of the U-Haul.Throughout the trip, I kept thinking of when Jt and I drove to Florida
4 1/2 years ago. Dave, Jt and I have taken so many road trips together.
Jt and I by ourselves have taken a lot of long road
trips………….ok, maybe only 3 long trips. But, I couldn’t help but
reminece (spelling please……….damn, I can’t spell worth a damn)
about all of our trips, and how I miss them. Some of those trips the 3
of us took, were the best times of my life. We never had so much fun.
And its sad that its never going to happen again, even though I’m past
all of that. I really want to travel and take lots of road trips. I
need to find a new person to drive around the country with. This was my
only real road trip of the year (sorry, but going to Springfield really
doesn’t count) and I fear that it will be a long time before I have
another one. I must find somebody that loves to travel as much as I do,
as the road is calling my name.Although we drove through all red states (that means Republican
states), I was very disappointed about something I saw in the only blue
state (glorious IL!!!!). We stopped for gas in Metropolis and read some
anti Kerry graffitti on the bathroom stahl. It said “Which ferrys (that
is how the red neck loser spelled fairies) voted for Kerry? All of
them”. It also said some other anti gay and anti Kerry message. I would
like to think that it was somebody from Kentucky that did it, since
Metropolis is right nex to Kentucky, but I fear that it was a fellow
resident of IL.John was his usual non talkative self on this trip. I wanted to come
out to him during the trip, but I chickened out. It would have been the
perfect time to do it too, since we had nothing but time on our hands
to have a long and honest discussion about it. But, instead, we spent
most of the drive just listening to the radio, as I would flip stations
when a crappy song came on. Sure, we did talk about some things, but it
was not like the times with Jt when we would just get into the most
interesting and long discussions, most of which would eventually lead
to an argument, but it was fun. The funny part is that John and I did
not talk sports at all. No baseball talk whatsoever, which is odd.Its funny how you keep running into the same people on the road. One
time when we stopped in Georgia to eat at a Subway inside at a
T/A rest stop, we saw this guy with his wife and kids. Hours later
while gassing up in Tennessee, who pulls up next to us to get gas but
the same guy. I would have said something to him, but I was too focused
on the hot boy that was gassing up at the pump across from me (he was
so yummy!!!). Anywho, what are the odds that we would pull off to eat
and pull of to gas up at the exact same time and at the 2 exact places?The whole time we were in Orlando, I was a little paranoid that we
would run into Sharon’s loser husband, Robert. As we sat in an empty
parking lot waiting for the tow truck driver to properly connect the
car to the trailer, I kept thinking how I would react if he saw us. I
mean, here was a U-Haul towing a car in an empty parking lot, partially
blocking the enterance. We really stuck out, so its not like he would
drive past us and say “Oh, thats nothing, it certainly is not Sharon’s
car.” Than again, he is pretty fucking stupid, he just might say that.
But, really though, it would have been obvious it was us. So, I was a
little worried he would see us and there would be some sort of nasty
confrontation, but it never happened.I was suprised at all the adult book stores we saw on the way. This is
supposed to be the conservative south, but there seemed to be either a
porn shop or fireworks shop every 20 miles. Also, advertising for strip
clubs that catered to truckers, who they gave special discounts to. Not
that I’m complaining about any of this. I’m always one to encourge
sexuality and perversion, I think it keeps everybody at a healthy
sexual state.There is really nothing else I can remember about the trip, but if
anything else pops up, I will be sure to add it, not that anybody
really cares.Man, this post was just all over the place. I wonder if I might be nuts?
