You took a trip and climbed a tree at Robert Sledge's party
The best thing about driving from St. Louis to Atlanta by myself was singing really, REALLY loudly in the car. If someone else had been there, I would have been worried (at least a little) for their ears, and so would have kept my volume to a dull roar. Seeing as I was alone, I didn't pull my punches - nor did I pay particular attention to pitch accuracy. I also screamed - the "bloody murder" variety - both times I crossed the GA state line, and when I saw the first sign for Atlanta. This is how I amuse myself - volume.
The worst thing about the drive, of course, was the last hour-and-a-half. That's always how it is, though - that last leg is unbearably slow. Even the "Hair" cast recording couldn't distract me - I was watching the miles tick away, one by one, wishing they would speed up.
Travel blows my mind a little. Right now, it's 11:00 in Missouri, which means that I left St. Louis just over 12 hours ago. I'm in a totally different place, with a different climate, different people, different restaurants, and it hasn't even been a full day. I think, no matter how old I get, this will continue to amaze me.
It's been 6 months since I've been home, and hardly anything in this house has changed. This is wildly comforting.
I'm so tired I could puke. Good night, John Boy.
The worst thing about the drive, of course, was the last hour-and-a-half. That's always how it is, though - that last leg is unbearably slow. Even the "Hair" cast recording couldn't distract me - I was watching the miles tick away, one by one, wishing they would speed up.
Travel blows my mind a little. Right now, it's 11:00 in Missouri, which means that I left St. Louis just over 12 hours ago. I'm in a totally different place, with a different climate, different people, different restaurants, and it hasn't even been a full day. I think, no matter how old I get, this will continue to amaze me.
It's been 6 months since I've been home, and hardly anything in this house has changed. This is wildly comforting.
I'm so tired I could puke. Good night, John Boy.