West Texas is Filled With Titty Mountains.
Or so we found out. See photo album on my Friendster page. At least there was something to entertain us/get us through West Texas. We're in Austin now where we're staying with my friend Heather, former Seattleite.
So yes, indeed we're still alive, for those of you who are wondering. We unexpectedly stayed with my parents in Phoenix and even managed to jog, play basketball and swim in 100+ degree weather. Though I have to say suddenly this "low budget" road trip is turning bourgeouis -- through my parent's connections, we stocked up on fancy water, strawberries, pita chips and iced wine. And of course Ali and I each have our own cooler (I bought one), computer, digital camera (she bought one), road map and collection of our 100 of our most favorite CDs...with only one overlapping one --Postal Service -- Ali prefers angry boy music to 90s pop....i don't understand how someone could NOT fully appreciate Indigo Girls circa 1996...oh well
We may have kind of made up for our upscale road trip lifestyle last night when we rolled into Motel 6 Fort Stockton at 2 am. Strangely, upon entering, our hotel room was over 100 degrees inside. I'm pretty sure the birds cackling outside at 4 am signaled the end of the world, or at least that's what it sounded like. It definitely wasn't good, whatever it was.
It's been fun driving through Texas and listening to Focus on the Family talk radio with James Dobson and friends. Now I know all about those crazy activist judges and how postmodern Marxism is taking over children's minds from their wholesome, conservative parents. Also, it was nice to be able to wait a half hour at Dairy Queen to observe this rare culture up close: wearing cowboy hats/boots and "don't mess with Texas" belt buckles is quite status quo. Hmm...maybe I need a cowboy hat?
Also, I'm realizing I have new powers on this trip. For example, I seem to have the power to summon Starbucks where you'd never imagine they'd be, such as outside of El Paso. All I need to do is ponder, "wouldn't it be nice if there was a freeway sign to Starbucks?", point with all my will at a sign and magically, there it appears -- the smiling green insignia, directing us to a dependable coffee establishment fully functional and open until midnight. Thank goodness I don't have to drink gas station coffee (like Ali, who doesn't seem to have my power).
So yes, indeed we're still alive, for those of you who are wondering. We unexpectedly stayed with my parents in Phoenix and even managed to jog, play basketball and swim in 100+ degree weather. Though I have to say suddenly this "low budget" road trip is turning bourgeouis -- through my parent's connections, we stocked up on fancy water, strawberries, pita chips and iced wine. And of course Ali and I each have our own cooler (I bought one), computer, digital camera (she bought one), road map and collection of our 100 of our most favorite CDs...with only one overlapping one --Postal Service -- Ali prefers angry boy music to 90s pop....i don't understand how someone could NOT fully appreciate Indigo Girls circa 1996...oh well
We may have kind of made up for our upscale road trip lifestyle last night when we rolled into Motel 6 Fort Stockton at 2 am. Strangely, upon entering, our hotel room was over 100 degrees inside. I'm pretty sure the birds cackling outside at 4 am signaled the end of the world, or at least that's what it sounded like. It definitely wasn't good, whatever it was.
It's been fun driving through Texas and listening to Focus on the Family talk radio with James Dobson and friends. Now I know all about those crazy activist judges and how postmodern Marxism is taking over children's minds from their wholesome, conservative parents. Also, it was nice to be able to wait a half hour at Dairy Queen to observe this rare culture up close: wearing cowboy hats/boots and "don't mess with Texas" belt buckles is quite status quo. Hmm...maybe I need a cowboy hat?
Also, I'm realizing I have new powers on this trip. For example, I seem to have the power to summon Starbucks where you'd never imagine they'd be, such as outside of El Paso. All I need to do is ponder, "wouldn't it be nice if there was a freeway sign to Starbucks?", point with all my will at a sign and magically, there it appears -- the smiling green insignia, directing us to a dependable coffee establishment fully functional and open until midnight. Thank goodness I don't have to drink gas station coffee (like Ali, who doesn't seem to have my power).