this is an open road song
So it looks like I am going to be roadtripping to DC this weekend.
I mean, I already knew I was going to DC. And I am excited!! I get to see Lisa and Jim and also OMG HISTORY AND STUFF. I'm going to have to be dragged out of the Smithsonian, I know it. I'd like to visit the Vietnam memorial, too, but I don't really want to go with my family because it will make me cry, and then I would have to explain (because we don't know anyone who was killed in the Vietnam War). And "It reminds me of a Catullus poem, okay?" is probably not a sufficient explanation. (The "Frater Ave" poem--not one of the pervy ones, despite what the icon may make you think.)
Anyway, the transportation is just going to be fun.
The original plan was to drive back to my parents' house from Kent, then have them drive us all (Mom, Dad, me, and the twins) out to DC. Then they would drive back from DC on Thursday, I would pick up my car, and I would return to Kent so that I could work on Saturday.
Only Sunday is Easter, and I ought to be home for that. But I work Saturday and Monday. This means that after the giant-ass car trip, I turn around and drive back to Cincy on Saturday and back to school on Sunday evening. Total time spent in the car: 32 hours, if we never run into traffic.
In addition, driving home from school and then driving out to Lisa's place is just over twice as long as it would be just to drive my own ass down to DC from school. (4.5 hours home + 8 hours to DC versus a 6 hour shot through PA to DC.) So if I do it that way, I'll actually be driving for 4 hours longer, but the round-trip total will only be around 20 hours.
Do I particularly want to drive six straight hours, through the scintillating geography of Pennslyvania, knowing that I tend to fuck up on toll roads*, and negotiate scary-ass Capitol traffic at the end? Not especially. But I get anxious when I'm a passenger on long trips, and a plane at this point would cost probably $300, and I want to see my sister, dammit! Sooo yeah.
...Woooooo, spring break!
*The bar in front of the booth came down before I could drive off and I had pulled up too far to push the help button and there were cars behind me and I had to beep my horn three times to get the attendant's attention and then she pointed out the call button all snotty-like, even though I was obviously too far away to push it and there was a car behind me so I couldn't reverse and....yeah. I hate toll roads.
I mean, I already knew I was going to DC. And I am excited!! I get to see Lisa and Jim and also OMG HISTORY AND STUFF. I'm going to have to be dragged out of the Smithsonian, I know it. I'd like to visit the Vietnam memorial, too, but I don't really want to go with my family because it will make me cry, and then I would have to explain (because we don't know anyone who was killed in the Vietnam War). And "It reminds me of a Catullus poem, okay?" is probably not a sufficient explanation. (The "Frater Ave" poem--not one of the pervy ones, despite what the icon may make you think.)
Anyway, the transportation is just going to be fun.
The original plan was to drive back to my parents' house from Kent, then have them drive us all (Mom, Dad, me, and the twins) out to DC. Then they would drive back from DC on Thursday, I would pick up my car, and I would return to Kent so that I could work on Saturday.
Only Sunday is Easter, and I ought to be home for that. But I work Saturday and Monday. This means that after the giant-ass car trip, I turn around and drive back to Cincy on Saturday and back to school on Sunday evening. Total time spent in the car: 32 hours, if we never run into traffic.
In addition, driving home from school and then driving out to Lisa's place is just over twice as long as it would be just to drive my own ass down to DC from school. (4.5 hours home + 8 hours to DC versus a 6 hour shot through PA to DC.) So if I do it that way, I'll actually be driving for 4 hours longer, but the round-trip total will only be around 20 hours.
Do I particularly want to drive six straight hours, through the scintillating geography of Pennslyvania, knowing that I tend to fuck up on toll roads*, and negotiate scary-ass Capitol traffic at the end? Not especially. But I get anxious when I'm a passenger on long trips, and a plane at this point would cost probably $300, and I want to see my sister, dammit! Sooo yeah.
...Woooooo, spring break!
*The bar in front of the booth came down before I could drive off and I had pulled up too far to push the help button and there were cars behind me and I had to beep my horn three times to get the attendant's attention and then she pointed out the call button all snotty-like, even though I was obviously too far away to push it and there was a car behind me so I couldn't reverse and....yeah. I hate toll roads.