The famed Panama City Beach / Destin trip
Just as I thought, there is no DSL, Cable, or anything wireless up here. I think there's a phone line and a computer for
some dialup but that's in my parent's bedroom and I'd rather just sit down here in my part of the condo for now.
That would be the couch.
I like this couch, I really do, I like it more than those beds up there. Proven by the fact that I passed out last night on this
couch I'm now sitting on and I had a perfectly good bed waiting for me upstairs.
Maybe it's just my tribute to the last time I was here and Tracy had the bed and I had the couch.
Maybe I'm just training myself for marriage and getting used to how sleeping on a couch feels.
Probably a little of both.
Last night was good for the soul, the whole thing, all of it. It was like a 7 course meal.
I like packing, to an extent, so just packing for one night down and away from home was nice to do. I already had my
towels in a duffel bag ((ALWAYS carry a towel with you)), and so a few pieces of clothing and bathroom supplies (hair brush,
deoderant, cologne) and some odds and ends later (journal, notebook, pens, the book Stranger in a Strange land) and I'm
ready to go.
I got in the car and my parents thought it was a little funny at first that all three of us were all going to the same place in
the end but that I was taking my own car. I guess I was just being independent and wanting to know the way for myself,
plus, I knew I had the better stereo system.
I know that doesn't make a lot of difference in the long run, but I could actually turn this radio up as loud as I wanted to
and I didn't have to compete with anyone else over volume level, them wanting to talk, or musical taste.
Dad loves classical music and loves the new age sort of music that's on "Visions" on XMRadio, and I love my dad, but...
while DRIVING???
I would fall asleep, pure and simple. I would hear the reflectors being beaten by my tires the first 2 times I nodded off and
then the next thing I would know I'd be in the ER.
Some nice passerby people would find me. They'd carry me in all bleeding and battered and bruised and half my guts
hanging out and they'd tell the doctor in the ER "I think we have a problem."
And matt, you gotta respect matt, he'd try so hard to keep from laughing at them, and instead would say "Well -- you've
come to the right place then."
Driving down here was great, I got to listen to my own music, and got to listen to it loudly. "Bawidabat" has never sounded
better. Same for the rest of the Kid Rock songs -- they just blasted from all the speakers with ease, the wind rushing
through the open window, and I kept thinking my cell phone was going off, but alas, no, it was the vibrations from the bass.
I don't have the most awesomely cool bass system in the world, but what I do have has a lot of work put into it and is high
quality (( SuperBass, one notch under Kicker, for the 12" speaker. Audiobon for the amp, and a box from Atlanta that
doubles the bass )). So when it thumps, it rocks things in the car and makes the mirrors do funny things. I wouldn't know
if it makes the dash rattle or not, I probably wouldn't be able to hear it if the music were that loud.
Put in a few different CD's throughout the ride, all rock and roll, a few rap things. Remember, it was night and I was
trying to stay awake after working all day.
My Alicia Keys and BB King and John Lee Hooker and Josh Groban is saved for the ride back home where I'm plenty awake
already.
When we got down into Panama City there were cranes all over the skyline. In the night's light you could just see
sillouettes of them, no real detail. Each crane was like a giant forearm sticking out of the ground with infrastructure
spiderwebbs crossing between the radial and ulna, no hand, no elbow, just the sillouette forearm ending with a wrist.
After crossing through most of the city we came to the Boar's Head restaraunt, a place we haven't been to in years. In fact,
I couldn't have been older than 5 the last time we were there.
It's a real high class restaraunt but without being snooty. Wood everywhere, a few mirrors, fake windows, like an old
tavernish thing, something you might expect out of an old French Revolution era novel... in England though, not France.
Anyway, we arrived at the condo and I made sure to take a few pictures and whatnot; when I get them posted somewhere
I'll let everyone know.
If you want them posted quicker let me know of a good place to put them.
Anatomy locations are discouraged.
I left my camera tripod up there though :( I didn't notice until I got back; I forgot that i had it resting behind a door.
Anyway, I'm sure someone will be down there sometime soon; maybe even us again, lol.
At night came something I've never done before, and that was sitting on a stool at night with the beach nearby, the strong
surf rolling in and out, and playing guitar in time to the waves.
Not the percision timing of a metronome, mind you, not "in time" like that. It was in harmony with the timing.
A little bit of major, a little bit of minor, chords I had never placed together before, soul reforming music.
I was a captive of my own music then, and in that, was liberated from every care.
In case you missed it, that was the 7th part of the meal, which as I recall, is my cup of tea.
some dialup but that's in my parent's bedroom and I'd rather just sit down here in my part of the condo for now.
That would be the couch.
I like this couch, I really do, I like it more than those beds up there. Proven by the fact that I passed out last night on this
couch I'm now sitting on and I had a perfectly good bed waiting for me upstairs.
Maybe it's just my tribute to the last time I was here and Tracy had the bed and I had the couch.
Maybe I'm just training myself for marriage and getting used to how sleeping on a couch feels.
Probably a little of both.
Last night was good for the soul, the whole thing, all of it. It was like a 7 course meal.
I like packing, to an extent, so just packing for one night down and away from home was nice to do. I already had my
towels in a duffel bag ((ALWAYS carry a towel with you)), and so a few pieces of clothing and bathroom supplies (hair brush,
deoderant, cologne) and some odds and ends later (journal, notebook, pens, the book Stranger in a Strange land) and I'm
ready to go.
I got in the car and my parents thought it was a little funny at first that all three of us were all going to the same place in
the end but that I was taking my own car. I guess I was just being independent and wanting to know the way for myself,
plus, I knew I had the better stereo system.
I know that doesn't make a lot of difference in the long run, but I could actually turn this radio up as loud as I wanted to
and I didn't have to compete with anyone else over volume level, them wanting to talk, or musical taste.
Dad loves classical music and loves the new age sort of music that's on "Visions" on XMRadio, and I love my dad, but...
while DRIVING???
I would fall asleep, pure and simple. I would hear the reflectors being beaten by my tires the first 2 times I nodded off and
then the next thing I would know I'd be in the ER.
Some nice passerby people would find me. They'd carry me in all bleeding and battered and bruised and half my guts
hanging out and they'd tell the doctor in the ER "I think we have a problem."
And matt, you gotta respect matt, he'd try so hard to keep from laughing at them, and instead would say "Well -- you've
come to the right place then."
Driving down here was great, I got to listen to my own music, and got to listen to it loudly. "Bawidabat" has never sounded
better. Same for the rest of the Kid Rock songs -- they just blasted from all the speakers with ease, the wind rushing
through the open window, and I kept thinking my cell phone was going off, but alas, no, it was the vibrations from the bass.
I don't have the most awesomely cool bass system in the world, but what I do have has a lot of work put into it and is high
quality (( SuperBass, one notch under Kicker, for the 12" speaker. Audiobon for the amp, and a box from Atlanta that
doubles the bass )). So when it thumps, it rocks things in the car and makes the mirrors do funny things. I wouldn't know
if it makes the dash rattle or not, I probably wouldn't be able to hear it if the music were that loud.
Put in a few different CD's throughout the ride, all rock and roll, a few rap things. Remember, it was night and I was
trying to stay awake after working all day.
My Alicia Keys and BB King and John Lee Hooker and Josh Groban is saved for the ride back home where I'm plenty awake
already.
When we got down into Panama City there were cranes all over the skyline. In the night's light you could just see
sillouettes of them, no real detail. Each crane was like a giant forearm sticking out of the ground with infrastructure
spiderwebbs crossing between the radial and ulna, no hand, no elbow, just the sillouette forearm ending with a wrist.
After crossing through most of the city we came to the Boar's Head restaraunt, a place we haven't been to in years. In fact,
I couldn't have been older than 5 the last time we were there.
It's a real high class restaraunt but without being snooty. Wood everywhere, a few mirrors, fake windows, like an old
tavernish thing, something you might expect out of an old French Revolution era novel... in England though, not France.
Anyway, we arrived at the condo and I made sure to take a few pictures and whatnot; when I get them posted somewhere
I'll let everyone know.
If you want them posted quicker let me know of a good place to put them.
Anatomy locations are discouraged.
I left my camera tripod up there though :( I didn't notice until I got back; I forgot that i had it resting behind a door.
Anyway, I'm sure someone will be down there sometime soon; maybe even us again, lol.
At night came something I've never done before, and that was sitting on a stool at night with the beach nearby, the strong
surf rolling in and out, and playing guitar in time to the waves.
Not the percision timing of a metronome, mind you, not "in time" like that. It was in harmony with the timing.
A little bit of major, a little bit of minor, chords I had never placed together before, soul reforming music.
I was a captive of my own music then, and in that, was liberated from every care.
In case you missed it, that was the 7th part of the meal, which as I recall, is my cup of tea.