WHARGARBL
I wish I could find the motivation to post more often. I really truly do.
It seems like everything has changed. For the better, though! David and I literally decided that we wanted to get out of Portland, and ten days later, we had the cars packed up and we were on the road to Colorado.
Talk about scary experience. Two and a half days of driving two cars 1300 miles. Things I learned along the way? Fuck Wyoming. What a piss poor state to drive through. I think we would have been fucked if we weren't taking two small Japanese cars that get 30+ MPG. We stayed the first night in Boise, paid a visit to dear old friends. It was both amazing and odd to see your childhood best friend after what, six? Seven years? Too damn long. All I remember is that it was a very brief OH HI I GOTTA PEE at her high school graduation.
The second night we spent somewhere in Wyoming. We decided we wanted to go out to IHOP and didn't realize how much the elevation change would affect us. We were panting and heaving like a fat kid spanking it in the back of a porn shop just trying to cross the street in a timely manner. UGH. Going from ~300-500 feet above sea level to 7000 ft will do that to you.
The third night, we stayed in quite possibly the scariest hotel I've ever stayed in. There were holes in the blankets, the blankets were super faded, and even the non-smoking rooms stunk of cigarettes. The good news? There was a Nordstrom Rack, a 'Saks Off 5th Avenue', and the Neiman Marcus equivalent. Awesome. Too bad none of them carried Betsey Johnson jewelry.
We had a guy staying in the hotel room next to us that was to put it quite nicely, the biggest fucking creep I've ever encountered. He looked like the sort of person that you shouldn't leave alone with your wallet, and certainly didn't act in a way that would change that perception- some of the nicer things he said to us included questions about our sex lives, and asking if we'd ever had sex with ear wax. Joy.
It seems like everything has changed. For the better, though! David and I literally decided that we wanted to get out of Portland, and ten days later, we had the cars packed up and we were on the road to Colorado.
Talk about scary experience. Two and a half days of driving two cars 1300 miles. Things I learned along the way? Fuck Wyoming. What a piss poor state to drive through. I think we would have been fucked if we weren't taking two small Japanese cars that get 30+ MPG. We stayed the first night in Boise, paid a visit to dear old friends. It was both amazing and odd to see your childhood best friend after what, six? Seven years? Too damn long. All I remember is that it was a very brief OH HI I GOTTA PEE at her high school graduation.
The second night we spent somewhere in Wyoming. We decided we wanted to go out to IHOP and didn't realize how much the elevation change would affect us. We were panting and heaving like a fat kid spanking it in the back of a porn shop just trying to cross the street in a timely manner. UGH. Going from ~300-500 feet above sea level to 7000 ft will do that to you.
The third night, we stayed in quite possibly the scariest hotel I've ever stayed in. There were holes in the blankets, the blankets were super faded, and even the non-smoking rooms stunk of cigarettes. The good news? There was a Nordstrom Rack, a 'Saks Off 5th Avenue', and the Neiman Marcus equivalent. Awesome. Too bad none of them carried Betsey Johnson jewelry.
We had a guy staying in the hotel room next to us that was to put it quite nicely, the biggest fucking creep I've ever encountered. He looked like the sort of person that you shouldn't leave alone with your wallet, and certainly didn't act in a way that would change that perception- some of the nicer things he said to us included questions about our sex lives, and asking if we'd ever had sex with ear wax. Joy.