Road Trip 2005-The Way Down
Didn't think you were gonna get it, didja? Dahahaha! Fooled you! The fact is that if I don't write it tonight, it just isn't going to happen. Somehow it's fitting to write this on my first day back to work. *sigh* Maybe it'll make me feel a little better, no? Here goes...
Road Trip Theme Songs, '05
1.)Miles from Nowhere, Cat Stevens
2.)Running Down a Dream, Tom Petty
3.)Learning to Fly, Tom Petty
4.)Leaving Las Vegas, Sheryl Crow
5.)Just What I Needed, The Cars
6.)You Might Think, The Cars
7.)Car Song, Elastica
8.)The Rain, Missy Elliot
9.)The Road's My Middle Name, Bonnie Rait
10.)Don't Fear The Reaper, Blue Oyster Cult
The Way Down...
*CharBurger
*Green Acres Christian Church
*rest stop placement
* semis
*Swiss Holiday Motel
*Lucky the Beaver
*what the hell is a Rogue?!
*I Heart 24hrs.
*no more turning back
*porn on 5
*state lines
*iceburg lettuce
*Homeward Bound
Charburger-
Okay, call me stupid, but since when is it a good thing to char something? When I char something I toss that crap away! So at what point do we go from throwing the shit out to advertising it? *furrows brow* I'm cornfused.
Green Acres Church-
Thanks to the Green Acres Church of Sprague, Washington. They pass out free coffee at the rest stop there. Cool, huh? I needed it, too. I was seriously sleep deprived.
rest stop placement-
Why do they put two rest stops within 9 miles and then none for 88? Weird.
semis-
I saw maybe 84,000,000 semis on my trip. Many of them were carrying big, weird things. Like, different big weird things, not the same kinda things. And some just had 2 or 3 huge trailers they were pulling. I always wonder. What the hell are the big weird things for, where are they going, and what do said big weird things do? I decided there should be signs accompanying trucks like this explaining their business. Mmhmm.
Swiss Holiday Motel-
Okay so JUST below the Oregon border and right next to Mt. Shasta is a place called the Swiss Holiday Motel. What I'm wondering is, why when you're in one of the most beautiful places California has to offer would you want to stay at a place named for somewhere else entirely? I mean, I can imagine if you were staying in say, Barstow or Oakland or something, you'd be very interested in being someplace else. But Shasta? Egads.
Lucky the Beaver-
My car has a new mascot. Hell, I have a new mascot. Back when I performed in the Ren Faire, my guild's mascot was Lucky the Beaver. We were known as the Babe Guild, of course. Anywho, it is customary at the end of the faire season to pass out favors to your friends. One year our guildmistress made us all these nifty-keen Lucky the Beaver favors. I just found mine and it accompanied me on my journey. It's fabulous, suits the car so...
*sigh* I miss faire. I miss the road, too....
what the hell is a Rogue?!-
It's like EVERYWHERE in Oregon, Rogue River, Valley of the Rogue, there's more but I forget...
I Heart 24hrs.-
Oooh, I sooooo do, it's all about convenience. It all goes back to my user friendly theory. Great, just great.
no more turning back-
It is so hard when you get back far enough in the direction of home when the possibility of veering away from life as you know it ceases to exist. It's painful when things start looking familiar again. All you can do to keep from crying is to dream of the time when you can escape once again.
porn on 5-
Who knew there were so many porn stores on 5? Honestly? I think I saw more porn stores than Wal-Marts! Can you just IMAGINE?! Icky, filthy trucker porn stores. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!
state lines-
There's something exciting and blissful about crossing state lines. Maybe it's reminiscent of Smokey and the Bandit, where technically The Fuzz can't reach you, maybe it's the distance you've put between you and your life. I don't know, but it's exhilarating.
iceburg lettuce-
Only in America could we come up with an unhealthy vegetable. Mmmm...
Homeward Bound-
As I got closer and closer to home I felt worse and worse. I wanted to be home because I had a hot date. *smiles broadly* I love welcome home parties. But deep down I knew that the party would only go on so long, and then I'd really be home. See, I guess I didn't really want to be home, I just wanted the hot date. At any rate, I was really very sad. I didn't want the road to lead home yet, hell, maybe at all. So I was driving through I don't know where, not quite Lake County somewhere, and I needed mellow music to suit my melancholy state. I chose Simon and Garfunkel (sp?) and Homeward Bound came on. I listened to Paul Simon singing about being places where he didn't recognize anyone, and how he wanted to go home to familiar faces and loved ones. At first I balked at the notion, and then it hit me. One of the things I treasure most in life is knowing people and being known by a select few. It is this kind of emotional intimacy that keeps me from going mad. I enjoy certain people, many of you that read this blog, among others. And so I realized that I couldn't have it both ways, I couldn't have the peace and clarity that the road brings and the familiarity of home. I still didn't want to go home, I don't want to be home now, but it made it a lot less miserable to return. It kinda gave me something to appreciate, actually.
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