Tuesday, June 29, 2004
Sedona is unbelievable! The colors here are really intense: blue sky, red rocks, white clouds. Everything is really beautiful. There are also lots (lots!) of tourists here, which I can't really complain about since (ahem) I kind of am one myself. And everyone here is a transplant: so far I haven't met anyone who is actually from Sedona (or even Arizona for that matter -- what's with this place?). Today we went on an off-road jeep tour, which was bumpy but fun. Tomorrow: Grand Canyon!
Sunday, June 27, 2004
Today? Driving to Sedona!
Friday, June 25, 2004
A selection of things I have done on my trip so far: listen to a Mariachi band, spend an hour in an inner tube on one of those lazy river things, fall asleep before 9 pm (local time), stare at the hills around the city, sign autographs, convince at least a dozen people that I'm not a college student, watch a real live auctioneer at a real live auction, and eat a grilled cheese sandwich (American cheese on white bread, just like mom used to make).
Wednesday, June 23, 2004
Tuesday, June 22, 2004
No, I am not going to hit on our new mailman. Come on.
In other news about new things, I got a new cell phone, and it has a built-in camera and takes video and when people call, you can see their picture! If you set it up to do that, I mean. Anyway, it's cute and little and fun and shiny, and after years of having clunky, unsexy cell phones, I finally feel like I have a cool one. It's cooler than yours, that's for damn sure. And, my friend down the street just bought the same exact one, so we've been having a little too much fun figuring out all the features and making our phones do cool stuff. ("Check it out! I can make a mouse pop up when you call!") New toys kick ass.
Sunday, June 20, 2004
Now, of course, I could have just taped over my window, or stopped moving around, or shut off all my lights, or anything similar that wouldn't have been so intrusive on my neighbors' house. But you know what? They can fucking kiss my ass. Their stupid fucking dog has been annoying the crap out of me for the past year (as has been well documented, you might recall, right here in this very space), and I've made this clear to them. Close your blinds, I've suggested. Put a muzzle on it, I've suggested. Train the fucker, I've suggested. Give it to someone who lives a million miles away, I've suggested. So far, they have taken none of my suggestions, nor have they come up with any of their own. The dog still barks. This is my solution. They can go fuck themselves. Quietly, please.
Thursday, June 17, 2004
Monday, June 14, 2004
Other random thoughts for today: I almost bought a shirt that said, "I kissed Pharrell." Also, you know what tv show I really miss? Pop-up Video.
Thursday, June 10, 2004
The road itself isn't bad: it's just a stretch of highway that cuts across Florida from the northwest to the southeast. There are plenty of rest stops, and most of them have Starbucks (some even have Cinnabons). But the tolls on the Florida Turnpike are insane. I drove for about 50 miles, and there was a $2.50 toll stop. Fine. I can handle that. Then a few miles later, I had to get a toll ticket, and when I got off the turnpike 150 miles later, my toll was $10.70! For 150 miles! (Fair or unfair? Unfair!)
Why the hell is it so expensive? According to my cousin who lives down there year round, because it can be. There's really no other road to travel on when you're going that route, unless you want to add about 100 miles to your trip. It still seemed excessive, but soon I realized what they were spending all that toll money on: All of the toll collectors had on a little uniform. It wasn't a polo shirt with the turnpike logo embroidered on the upper left, but rather a really awful pale yellow Hawaiian shirt with flamingoes and oranges and little pictures of Florida printed all over it. You know what? A tshirt works just as well, and I wouldn't have to spend my lunch money on shirts that no one likes. Pastel Hawaiian shirts are for overweight frat boys and bored office workers on summer Fridays. As uniforms, they just look stupid. Don't even get me started on the price of gas in Florida.
Other things about my travels:
Saturday, June 5, 2004
Today I did nothing! Well, not nothing, but a lot of little things of no consequence. Let's see: I slept in, I sat out by the pool and read, I got a little sunburned in the places where I forgot to slather some sunscreen, I went into a candy shop mostly so I could smell the homemade chocolate smell (so good!), and I had a really good dinner with some extended family. All in all, very relaxing.
When we got to the restaurant, though, the horse race was starting, and everyone in the place gathered around the bar and cheered on Smarty Jones. Cheered on! A horse! I guess I don't get it -- it's over so fast that it hardly seems significant. Anyway, some people were disappointed, and some clapped, but ultimately I don't really care. I'm more interested in the Stanley Cup game, but I don't think they like hockey all that much in southern Florida. Too bad.
Thursday, June 3, 2004
Michigan: It's where I live. I'm used to it.
Indiana: Boring, but well-marked detours to avoid construction. Big ups for not making me sit in traffic. Oh, and I did pass a cheap cigarette place called the Butt Hut. I hate to laugh at cigarette humor, but you know. It's funny.
Kentucky: Very pretty, but bad drivers. At one point in Kentucky there was a big gob of blood on my windshield. Where did it come from? I have no clue. At another point, I blazed past an abaondoned Big Wheels in the grass on the median. I kind of wanted to pick it up, but I didn't.
Tennessee: Traffic around Nashville, but lots of fun otherwise. It was mostly all downhill and curvy. Not sure I'm looking forward to driving back through it, as my logic tells me that it will be all uphill.
Georgia: People drive 15 over the speed limit, and I haven't seen any cops. Does Georgia even have cops?
Yeah, and my friend Chris and I did some stuff and I took some pictures. I'm too lazy to figure out which one to post. I'm on vacation! Also, I found out that Chris went to high school with our boy Gavin DeGraw and was even in the school musical with him! Apparently, young Gavin was kind of a jerk. Yeah, so were all of the aspiring rock stars in my high school.
Tomorrow: Heading for Florida! Bring on the heat.
Tuesday, June 1, 2004
It feels a little strange to head down to Florida and not see my grandmother, who passed away at the end of last summer. This is a picture of her and me from almost 29 years ago. I'm the little one. Anyway, she was really cool, and I'd like to be able to play just a few more rounds of backgammon with her.
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