Escape From L.A. pt. 2 - Where nothing much happens...
Day 2 began with my first Cracker Barrel experience in a v. long time. We got on the road and found that there was one on Lucky Lane in Flagstaff, just a few miles down the road. After gassing up the truck, we were off to brave the Potpourri Purgatory that is the Old Country Store portion of the building and be rewarded with delicious hashbrown casserole. I do get excited about these things.
Other than that, not much really happened in AZ. We didn't bother to stop in Winslow because the bastards have wrecked it for us by putting up a billboard saying, "Winslow AZ - Come stand on the corner!". Assholes.
We did pass by a number of signs for the Shush Yaz Trading Post near the NM border, and it made me think of good_eeevening fondly (though I doubt I've ever told her to shush).
On a mission to wait out ABQ traffic, we stopped in at the Sky City Casino to see if the buffet was worth anything (it wasn't, but since we left late we weren't able to stop in Vegas for REAL buffet, so I was feeling deprived) and signed up for their player card. It came with a $5 certificate for the snack shop or gas station and a $15 match play on the slots. We wasted a little time, and as usual, the people around me did better than I did. That's okay, though. We left $5 up AND escaped any sort of rush hour in Albuquerque, so that's alright.
Passed by signs for Rio Puerco. Pork River? Pig River? What the aquatic porcine hell?
Familiarity is unavoidable when one is spending that much time in a car with somebody, and in motels, and the food tends to produce certain physical reactions. As such, the gas wars began. Which amuses me to no end.
We stopped for the night at the Super 8 in Santa Rosa NM, where once again, "FUCK CARPETS" seemed to be the main design statement. Seeing as it gets cold there as it does in northern AZ, it surprises me a little. At least the window wasn't left open by housekeeping this time.
The continental breakfast at this place was pretty nifty, though, especially for a Super 8. Normally, one would expect some cold cereal and a few stale danishes if anything. This place had WAFFLE IRONS. We made WAFFLES!!! It was freakin' awesome.
Again, I must reiterate, though, that other than making progress along the road, nothing really amusing or amazing happened. We did continue getting along well enough, Charlotte stayed relatively pleased, and the frogs still weren't dead. Those are all victories.
I'll try to get more posted tomorrow, since I get to sleep in AND don't have to work.
Other than that, not much really happened in AZ. We didn't bother to stop in Winslow because the bastards have wrecked it for us by putting up a billboard saying, "Winslow AZ - Come stand on the corner!". Assholes.
We did pass by a number of signs for the Shush Yaz Trading Post near the NM border, and it made me think of good_eeevening fondly (though I doubt I've ever told her to shush).
On a mission to wait out ABQ traffic, we stopped in at the Sky City Casino to see if the buffet was worth anything (it wasn't, but since we left late we weren't able to stop in Vegas for REAL buffet, so I was feeling deprived) and signed up for their player card. It came with a $5 certificate for the snack shop or gas station and a $15 match play on the slots. We wasted a little time, and as usual, the people around me did better than I did. That's okay, though. We left $5 up AND escaped any sort of rush hour in Albuquerque, so that's alright.
Passed by signs for Rio Puerco. Pork River? Pig River? What the aquatic porcine hell?
Familiarity is unavoidable when one is spending that much time in a car with somebody, and in motels, and the food tends to produce certain physical reactions. As such, the gas wars began. Which amuses me to no end.
We stopped for the night at the Super 8 in Santa Rosa NM, where once again, "FUCK CARPETS" seemed to be the main design statement. Seeing as it gets cold there as it does in northern AZ, it surprises me a little. At least the window wasn't left open by housekeeping this time.
The continental breakfast at this place was pretty nifty, though, especially for a Super 8. Normally, one would expect some cold cereal and a few stale danishes if anything. This place had WAFFLE IRONS. We made WAFFLES!!! It was freakin' awesome.
Again, I must reiterate, though, that other than making progress along the road, nothing really amusing or amazing happened. We did continue getting along well enough, Charlotte stayed relatively pleased, and the frogs still weren't dead. Those are all victories.
I'll try to get more posted tomorrow, since I get to sleep in AND don't have to work.