dextra: (Funny if it wasn't me)
It's official. I am Murphy's Law incarnate. It poured rain on me all the way up here. I make it to the hotel just as the rain was starting to freeze. So I had one hell of a time just getting up the hill to the hotel to begin with.

Other than the shitty weather, I seem to be doing fine with the driving. It just took me forever to get here because of the weather. The rain was coming down so hard in spots that traffic slowed down to about 45 mph, in an area where on a normal day I'd be doing about 80. And that was over several hours, so...yeah. Fun.

The only problem I've had driving is that the trailer will sometimes start swaying left and right behind me. So I either have to brake or accelerate to straighten it out. Depends on what kind of traffic I'm in. So that freaked me out the first time it happened, but once I figured out how to correct it, it wasn't too much of a problem.

It's supposed to be snowing in the morning. *grimace* But it's just supposed to be early in the morning, so if I wait until 9 or 10, the morning traffic will have warmed the road enough to be driveable.

Well, I've eaten and showered, so I'm going to get some sleep.
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Brian did indeed show up to get some of his stuff. He FINALLY took that Bowflex, and the kitchen table and chairs. He's still got some other things here, but he says he'll come back later in the week and get those. I might even be nice and gather it all up for him.

Jennifer, her dad, Bobby, and her brother Joe came to help. Well, Bobby just kind of supervised while Brian and Joe tripped over each other. And since I found the duffel bag under the Bowflex, I loaded up the remainder of CJ's porn stash and gave it to Joe. The magazines are pretty vanilla, but the DVDS...well, they're special. I just hope Joe likes grannies, midgets and trannies. *snickers* CJ had some really fucking weird tastes.

Brian, being well, Brian, made everyone say hello to CJ when they came in. Jennifer already knew that the urn was here, but Bobby and Joe were a little taken aback. Joe just stared at it for a second and Brian yelled "Don't be rude, fucker, say hello!"

I was amused. But I told Bobby that I know it's got to be weird for people when it's pointed out that there's a friggin' dude in a jar on my bookshelf. He said that it's not that unusual, but he can see how some people might be a little weirded out by it.

And Brian informed me that the crew is throwing me a going away party next week at The Shed. That's just so sweet. No one's ever done that for me before. I was actually thinking about having one here, but that's even better. Said we're going to have a bonfire and some drinks and smokes and hang out just like old times. And that we're going to get CJ's little corner set up with his helmet. I've got a little glass jar that I've coated the inside of with ink. I'm going to put a little of his ashes in it and take it over there. I just might need someone to help me do that. That's just...I don't know. Just weird. I'd rather have someone help me so I don't, y'know, knock the entire urn over on the floor or something. It'd be about my luck.

Actually, since I'm going down to New Orleans tomorrow, I might just take a little of the ashes with me then, too. Sprinkle some on the Spanish plaza, under his family's plaque. A little at The Dungeon. A little at Lafitte's. He should be in the places he loved. And he loved a lot of places. So a little here, a little there. And one day, he'll be everywhere. He had too much wanderlust to stay in one place.
dextra: (Ugly Hat)
I finally made it home yesterday. Pardon my emo post from a few days ago. I'm over that now. I appreciate the text messages though. I feel a little embarrassed about it now. Oh well.

Anyway, I had a pretty good time while I was there. Spent as much time with the munchkins as I could. One extra little thing I did for them just for fun was I got a whirlpool room at the Fairfield Inn. I don't think they've ever been that clean in their lives. I think they took like 8 baths in 3 days. :p

I got to see my new nephew, Landen (I still hate that name). He kind of looks like a tiny, angry old man. Most babies do when they're a week old, so I can't really judge his cuteness yet. Aiden was still adorable, but I didn't get to spend a lot of time with him. He's crawling now, and making out one-syllable words. I worry about that boy, because he just turned a year old on Saturday, and he's really just not developing very fast. I know he's a preemie, but still.

Good times... )

Yum.

Dec. 29th, 2007 07:40 pm
dextra: (Heroes - I see what you did there)
dextra: (Firefly - THIS SEASON)
1. I made it to the hotel at about 10 last night, due to shitty traffic. So I didn't get to hang out with [livejournal.com profile] c_j_redwine. I'm really disappointed about that, but I'm going to try to stop in and see her on the way back through.

2. Happy early birthday to [livejournal.com profile] lightning_count! Have a good one, you big metal dinosaur thingy!

3. My sister and her sister-in-law have been screaming at me via MySpace. Meaning that they send me messages in all caps and zero grammar. After the last screaming wall of text, I replied with "WHY ARE YOU YELLING AT ME?!" denoting at the bottom that in nettiquite, all caps is equal to screaming. The response?

LOL U SHULD WRITE A BOOK OR SOMTHING U NO HOW TO USE THEM GOOD

Was that a sentence? I went to the same high school they did. What the fuck?

4. I got Rick Rolled (look it up if you don't know, I'm not doing everything for you) last night. In a truck stop. It was so bizarre, because this big burly bear of a trucker started dancing next to the windshield wipers. In Alabama. I'd never been so glad to hit the state line in my life.

5. As soon as I finish chowing down on my delicious room service breakfast, I'm going to hit the shower and then the road. Hopefully I'll be in Mt. Sterling by about 3 or 4 (depending on when I leave here).
dextra: (Push Button - Receive Bacon)
Well, it was. I kept hearing a ticking kind of sound and couldn't figure out where it was coming from, only that it was getting faster. Then I poured myself a cup of coffee and realized it was coming from the carafe. Steam built up inside it and it sounded like a ticking time bomb. O_o

This is some majorly huge food. I wasn't going to order anything from room service, but then I decided, fuck it. They had a little card for breakfast and I filled it out. I didn't think it would be this much, but that's cool. Good thing I'm travelling alone. I'd probably not have to stop for gas, if there was a way to power the Jeep with egg farts.

I did try the "Lafitte's" restaurant last night. The crawfish ravioli wasn't bad, but they overdid the spices. Too much heat. I think they boiled the crawfish directly in some crab boil* without diluting it, that's how strong the flavor was. And the ravioli itself was deep fried and filled with mozerella. *makes face* There was a whole crawfish on top, but it was so scrawny, it wasn't worth trying to eat. It was a cute touch, though.

Unfortunately, super spicy food combined with a decent amount of alcohol somehow found a cavity or something I didn't know about, and kept me in face pain and awake until about 4 am. I think I brushed my teeth like five times last night and I still don't think I got all the crab boil off my teeth. I was still spitting orange this morning.

For those of you that don't know what crab boil is...hmm. Let me hunt up a link.

http://shop.zatarains.com/zatarains%AE-concentrated-shrimp-crab-boil-p-596.html?=

See how it says add a capful to a pot of corn and potatoes? They mean like a stockpot. A big one. So yeah, they were a bit heavy handed with it.

Well, I'm off to finish breakfast, and then head on to Lexington.
dextra: (Bat Cave)
Made it to Nashville. I'm sitting in my hotel room right now, and just thought I'd say hallo. I'm gonna go take a shower and then head down to the restaurant downstairs to get some food and possibly a drink or two.

In a slightly ironic twist, the restaurant is called Lafitte's and is an "authentic" New Orleans style restaurant. I'll be the judge of that. According to the menu here in the room, they have crawfish etouffe. I'm afeared. :p

Drew, as I was listening to Patton Oswalt (I'd made a comedy playlist and listened to him most of the way up), I had an idea. A drinking game for Werewolves and Lollipops. Take a drink every time Patton yells "Oh my god!"

You'd be totally sloshed halfway through.

Well, my stomach is telling me it's time for food, so later!
dextra: (QC - Wrapped in an awesome rack)
I was so confused when I got to work, because no one else was here. I had to call Ashley just to make sure I wasn't crazy. I'm also a little annoyed because I'd went to pick up breakfast for the whole office (there's usually only 5 or 6 of us here at any given time), and today it's just me, Ashley and Benny. So that was a waste.

Gracie texted me right as I was leaving the house, and apparently their hotel got evacuated due to a false fire alarm. Poor thing. I'm not laughing, really. *stifled snort*

Typing's a little weird for me right now. I got my nails done for the first time in years, probably, last night. I got French tips, and they're a little longer than I'm used to. I had to file them down a little last night because although the girl did a good job, I still think squared off nails look stupid. *shrug*

Gah, I was so wide awake when I got here, and now I'm fighting to stay awake.

Oh, Drew, thanks so much for sending me all the comedy stuff. I was listening to a bit of it in the car and was probably making the people at McDonald's think I was crazy for all the laughing I was doing. Patton Oswalt's bit about the 63 year old woman having a baby is not something I need to be listening to while trying to order food. :p

I've got so much left to do before I leave tomorrow. Not really anything major, just little things, like picking up a few things at Walgreens and putting a hold on my mail, that kind of stuff. I've got some stuff in the back of the car that I've been meaning to take to storage that I haven't yet. I'm pretty much packed up and ready with the exception of my laptop, shoes and toiletries. I just have a couple of quick errands to run in the morning, and then I should be up around Nashville by about 8 tomorrow night. I might make a post from the road (voice post, or I might wait till I get to the hotel), but I make no guarantees.
dextra: (Smallville Lex is not pleased)
Ok, so I decided I needed the van today so I came in late to work so that I could take CJ to the shop. Nice, quiet day, the bosses are gone. Honestly, I could have not come in at all and no one would have cared, but I figured I may as well since I've got Monday off.

I really didn't need to go out for lunch, but I wanted to get to the bank. Now, my bank is about 5 miles from here, and should have taken me no time at all to get there. But it's Friday, so I decided to take the back streets to avoid traffic. For some reason, the cops had set up a traffic stop at the intersection I came up on. I would have turned off and went around it, but I thought they were directing traffic for some reason.

I get up to one of the cops and she says they're doing checks for insurance. Ok. I open up the glove box and it's a fucking wreck. After a few seconds I tell her that I have it, I just need to find it. So she tells me to pull over behind her cruiser and look for it. I've got full blown panic going wondering if I even remembered to put it in the van. I finally find it, and she walks back over, asks if I found it, and when I tell her I did, she just says "Ok, you're good to go" and walks away. She didn't even look at it. WTF? At least look at it. I feel like I wasted my time. I could have found anything and said "Oh! Here it is!" and it would have been ok. I could have pulled out my phone bill or something. Whatever.

What really aggravated me is right after I left there and got to the main road my bank is on, traffic slowed to a 5 MPH crawl. It should have only taken me five minutes from where the cops were to the bank, but with the crawl, it took 33 minutes. And I still don't know why. There wasn't a wreck or anything. It's just the congestion on Hwy 21 was just THAT bad. Memorial Day traffic apparently got underway early this year. I'm glad I'm not taking my trip until next weekend. I'd still be stuck trying to get out of the parish. *eye rollage*

*gag*

Mar. 6th, 2007 08:41 am
dextra: (Preacher follow my orders)
So CJ and I were on the way home last night. We're in the center lane (three lanes per direction) and this Honda Element on the left just jumps right in front of us, with no warning, no signal, nothing. CJ slams on the brakes and we go sliding into the right lane, which was thankfully not as occupied.

As soon as we get righted, I hear liquid sloshing. I look in the back, and a bottle of bleach had come tumbling off the rear bench seat and BROKE OPEN in the middle of the floorboard. Needless to say, I was livid. Not only was it on the floor, it got all over my favorite black sweater, which is now ruined.

The woman driving the SUV was oblivious, because she was on her phone the entire time! She continued to weave in and out of lanes. I got her license plate number and called the police, told them what happened. They said they'd put a call out to keep an eye out for her, but I doubt they'll actually do anything, since there wasn't any sort of collision. *sigh*

We actually got up next to her at the next light. We already had all the windows open due to the fumes, so she got an earful. Or she would have, if she'd had the ovaries to actually roll her window down. She never took the phone from her ear though. She just got all wide-eyed and kept talking to her phone.

THAT is why I can't stand talking on the phone while I'm driving. If it rings, I'll answer it, but I'll say that I'm driving, and I'll call them back. On the interstate, when I'm in cruise mode, occasionally I'll carry on a quick conversation, but that's it. Until I get a earpiece or something, I don't do that while I'm driving. And ESPECIALLY not in rush hour traffic!

YOUR VEHICLE IS NOT A PHONE BOOTH. IT'S A DEADLY PROJECTILE ON WHEELS, AND YOU ARE NOT AS GOOD A DRIVER AS YOU THINK YOU ARE.

Shit happens, and if you don't pay attention, it's probably going to happen all over you. So now my van reeks of bleach, and the exposure to the fumes on the way home made me wake up with a nosebleed this morning. Thanks a lot, bitch.
dextra: (YAY ohmygod)
Two more hours and then I get to go home and pack so I can go see my monkeys tomorrow. YAAAAAYYY!!!! :D
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Amazing how a little over 30 miles can skew the driving directions you can get online. I did some comparisons between Google, Yahoo, and Rand McNally. I wanted to see if there was a difference, and if there was, if it would save me some time.

Yeeeeah. Right. )

CJ is picking up a bike tomorrow, so I'm driving him into work. He's just breaking in a rental bike for a couple weeks, so at least he'll have a vehicle while I'm gone. We'd tried to get financing for him to get one, but it didn't go through. :( Oddly enough, it wasn't because our credit was all that bad, it was because the prefer to give financing to those who've been employed at one place for at least a year. Oh well.

In sadder news, one of the salesmen at CJ's shop, Dutch, died in a bike accident on Tuesday. The shop is going to be shut down tomorrow in tribute, and everyone who knew him is going on a memorial ride before the wake. CJ said he almost didn't want to tell me, because he knows I'm paranoid about him being on the bike. I know these things happen. It wasn't Dutch's fault, it was purely an accident. And accidents happen.
dextra: (Heroes - Hiro beep beep drive)
This time next week I will be on the road and on my way to Kentucky. And I'm already alternating my stares between the calendar and the clock. *twitches*

Damn, I need Hiro right now. *laughs*

Made it.

Jun. 4th, 2005 09:13 pm
dextra: (Tulip)
I'm lying on my new living room floor on my futon and Jerry Garcia is singing on my tv. Believe I may have moved to another dimension. More details tomorrow when my delirium has subsided.
dextra: (Bear is driving)
We got on the road yesterday afternoon. We had a problem with the van wanting to overheat around Hammond, LA. We made it to Houston before giving it up for the night. We had even more problems today. Overheated again around San Antonio, and then we get near a town called Sonora and had to stop because the can started shaking like a heroin addict with the DT's. We were soooooo afraid that it was something seriously wrong. CJ called 911 (because we didn't know who else to call) and they sent an officer out. While we were waiting, CJ called our mechanic back in Louisiana, Glen, and told him what was going on. He told us to look at the tires. Sure enough, the right passenger tire had a great big fucking knot in it. We got that taken care of. And by the time that was all over with...we lost a lot of time. So as much as we didn't want to have to stop until El Paso (which is at the very western tip of the state), we had to stop about 300 miles before it. So we've got a room at a Days Inn in Fort Stockton, and we've got a 4 am wake up call, so I'm going to shut up and go get some sleep. I just took a much needed shower, and I'm about to drop
dextra: (Something wrong with you)
We should be on the road by this afternoon, I hope. I won't bore you with details. I'm tired of them myself. I did get an electric cooler for the van though, so that'll be nice. And we found the car kit for the cd player. Even better. Just have to go get the trailer hooked up from U-haul and toss everything into it. I saw a power strip for running multiple devices through the car's battery, so I'm going to pick up one of those. They have those things with up to four ports on them, but I think three should be enough. One each for the cooler, cd player, and the phone charger. Four would be nice, but then I'd be tempted to run the laptop as well. I think that would be a bit much. Because if I had all that in my van, I don't know if I would want to bother moving into a new apartment, except for having a bathroom, that is.

So I'll be bored out of my wits within a couple of hours. I'm taking a couple of books, and we'll have music and all that normal car stuff. But if anyone wants to call me while I'm out on the road, feel free. In fact, please do. Click here to send me a text message. The link is also in my userinfo. Text me your number and I'll call you back. (And I just tested it. It really works! Whee!) Although I must warn you that I've been playing mother hen to CJ since he's apparently regressed to adolescence. In other words, I'm smacking his hand off my boob every five minutes. So, y'know, if I start carrying on about tits and beatings, it's not you. It's me. Or him, rather.

I was going to try to get some more sleep, but I was going to be up in a couple of hours anyway. Bugger. Guess I'll be catching a nap on the road. At least the limitations of the van compared to the Grand Am make CJ drive a little saner. Don't get me wrong, he's a good driver. He just tends to want to outrun everyone on the road. Or straight up their ass if they're in front of him. He actually caught me pushing my "phantom brake" yesterday. That's when I try to make the car slow down or stop through sheer force of will (and by smashing the pedal-less floorboard with my foot). Oh well. I'll check in on LJ if we stop somewhere for the night, if I'm not too tired. Otherwise, see you guys in a couple of days.
dextra: (large penis)
That's all. I wish I had something interesting to say, but I don't. *shrug*

Found out what's wrong with the van. Just the little computer box, and that is being taken care of. Everything else is fine. We're going to be leaving tomorrow, Friday at the very latest. I'm wanting to leave tomorrow so that we don't try to be stupid and drive straight through. And from what I can tell, there isn't a goddamn thing on I-10 between San Antonio and El Paso. I would really like to start out early in the morning, and hopefully make it all the way across Texas in a day. Good fucking luck there, considering we're on the eastern end of Louisiana, too. If we make it to El Paso, then we can edge out of Texas and into New Mexico. Get a room somewhere in Las Cruces, pass out, then get up early and drive some more.

I just want to get this over with. To just be there and have the shitty part over with, that would be fantastic. I did find the car kit for my walkman, so at least I can listen to our cds in the van. Might get a decent cd player for it eventually. I need to finish tacking up the headliner. Bad thing about those Dodge vans is that shit always falls off.

Oh, I'm going to send out an email about my address again, since they changed the apartment we'll be getting. My apartment number is going to be 144, rather than 199. So, just a heads up. And if you didn't get it at all, and feel like you should, then yell at me and I'll smack you upside the head. And then I'll email you my address.

Hmm. Think I'm going to go outside and have a quick smoke, and then try to find my bed. It seems to have been invaded by every article of clothing in the house.
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Ok, well I've calmed down some. We're talking, and I can deal with that. Just as long as he's in my life in some form, I'll be ok. If it ever gets to be more, I'll be happier, but we're still connected, so I'm cautiously content for now.

Anyway....about the trip. The trip was good overall. Verrry good. I could have done without the bus trips, but it's small potatoes in the long run. Short rundown of the trip there: Atlanta is one of the lower levels of hell. I'm convinced of this. And Mississippi is a pit of nothingness.

First day in New Orleans: I get there at about 6 am, but CJ doesn't get there to pick me up until sometime after 8 because he had a hard time finding a vehicle to use. When he gets there, I didn't quite recognize him at first. I was tired and he had this leather stetson on, and I'm not used to seeing him with something like that. Then we get in the car and he starts swigging a bottle of Listerine. I asked what he was doing and he showed me his shiny new tongue piercing. *devilish giggling*
We went back to his house and I crashed for a bit, then his friend Brian took us back to New Orleans and the port. Once we went through the boarding process, which was long and dull, we found our cabin and hit the bar. Now, I'm going on next to no sleep, and the alcohol probably didn't help that much, but oh well. It helped to break the awkwardness of not seeing each other for so long. The rest of the day is a little fuzzy. I know we went to dinner, but I really don't remember what we ate. I'm thinking it was steak. I know I was happy to get a shower, since I didn't get to do that before we left his house. That night....well, come on. I don't think I need to go into detail there. ;)

Day 2 on the ship: This was going to be the night we had the formal dinner and drinks with the captain, so we had to look nice. I had mentioned to CJ that I wanted to get my hair done when I saw they had a salon on board. He did one better and booked me for hair and a manicure. Gods, that man knows me too well. Those girls did an amazing job. My hair looked great, and I've decided that I need more French manicures. And the manicure itself made my hands feel like silk. He's always liked my hands. I think he popped a boner when I had him touch them. Hee. It felt really good to have a reason to look nice. I think secretly, there's a lady hiding in me somewhere. Don't tell anyone. I have a bum college student reputation to maintain. He looked edible. He had this black leather blazer, a maroon shirt, black trousers, and he even bought a tie. Heh. It really suited him. Of the pictures we took, the portraits were my favorites. I took the black and white one, and he took the color. I just like black and white portraits. They just have a timeless quality to them.
I also finally realized how much the ship moves. This confused CJ, since I handled it so well the day before. I didn't get seasick, but I had a few wobbly moments. I told him "The only reason I handled it so well yesterday is because I was drunk!" Well, it was.

Day 3, Playa del Carmen: This was one busy day. I'm still having trouble keeping it all straight in my head exactly what all we did, but I think I can sort it out. We left the ship and got on a bus that took us to Tulum, to see some of the Mayan ruins. Luckily we had the good sense to get me some sunscreen and a hat. I was positively pasty. The ruins were awesome. Matter of fact, I took more pictures there than anywhere else. I felt a little out of place there, but I felt right at home with the essence of the place. It was just beautiful. CJ was just in awe of the place, as was I. We got to look down at the beach from a cliff, and I'd never seen more beautiful waters in my life. I got a couple of pictures of myself standing in the surf, just to remind myself that if I can get over that fear, I can do anything.
After we left Tulum, we got back on the bus and went to Xel-Ha, which was a little resort kind of place. We got some lunch, and there were a million things to do there. CJ decided he wanted to try the snuba. Snuba is a cross between snorkeling and scuba. You get to dive deeper, but without the bulky tanks on your back. The tanks float above the water. He got some awesome pictures that way. I was content just to kick back and relax after all that walking. That and the heat was about to kill me, so I was grateful for the occasional sprinkle of rain.
Later, we got back on the bus and headed back to shipside. Only then we got on another bus and headed to an archaeological park/zoo called Xcaret. Unfortunately, it was dark by that point, so we didn't get to see much of the park. But we got there just in time for this dance/music show about the history of Mexico. It was really cool, but once it got past the Spanish invasion, we lost interest and decided to go back to the ship. That was definetly a room service night.

Day 4 in Cozumel : BEST DAY EVER! And not just because it involved shopping. :P We left early and got a cab down in the middle of the shopping district to a little mall called the Forum. All the ship's guests got a certificate for a free pair of diamond earrings, so we decided to go there first and claim them before they ran out. I was kind of hoping he would give them to me, but I wasn't going to pout if he kept them for himself. We looked around the cases at what they had. Beautiful stuff. And they do custom designs, some of the best I've ever seen. CJ was jabbering at the guy behind the counter for a bit (my Spanish is pathetic...I had no idea what they were saying). Then he calls me over and asks me if I like this ring. It's the most gorgeous amethyst ring I've ever seen. Marquis-cut amethyst, three diamond baguettes on either side in a pyramid pattern, and a wide white-gold ribbon band. No, I don't know a thing about jewelry, why do you ask? :P So of course, I said I loved it, but it was too small. I nearly cried. Then the guy said he could have it sized in 2 hours and all was well. So we left to see what other kind of trouble we could get into. Next stop, upstairs at the Havana Club cigar bar. He got a few cubans, and I got a pina colada and a chocolate martini (the way they're SUPPOSED to be made, Josiah! :P). After that, we decided we needed food, and I needed a piece for my collection, so we went to the Hard Rock Cafe there. I got a few pictures that I can't wait to see, because I got to play with Joey Kramers drums, and got pictures
of a few choice guitars and one of Steven Tyler's stage coats. Again, more alcohol, this time in margarita form. After eating, we went back to pick up my ring, but I wasn't allowed to wear it yet. He said he had plans for it. SO....we start slowly wandering back to the port, swaying from tequila, when I spot a tattoo shop. In we went, and out we came with fresh ink. He got a little witch flying on a broom on his left shoulderblade, and I got a tribal crescent moon on my upper right arm. We tried to walk back to the ship, but about 2 blocks from the tattoo shop, we decided we needed a cab, and went back. I got a shower, and laid down for a while. All the sun, alcohol, and loss of a little blood (though not as much as I thought I would) kind of got to me. So we ordered in dinner and "relaxed" for a while. :D Then we hit the bar again. We held up that bar pretty well that night. And when we got the tab the next day, we didn't know whether to laugh or cry because it was nearly $200. That's
mostly due to the champagne and caviar, which I have developed quite a taste for. Damn me and my expensive tastes. It was karaoke night as well, so of course we had to get in on that action. When we went to the lounge, I was juuuust drunk enough to have got up on stage. But then I had a couple more white russians and that went out the window. CJ, my own personal rock star, got up and sang a few times. From what I can recall, he did Radiohead's "Creep" (even managed to nail that C sharp too)and Elton John's "Your Song", which nearly brought me to tears. He did a couple more, but I can't remember one, and I missed the last one because I had to go back to the cabin and lie down. We fell asleep giggling like kids at each other. The perfect end to the perfect day. :)

Day 5 - Pure laziness: We did exactly jack and shit. And we liked it. I went and got on the internet for about 30 minutes just to brag. :P Then I found CJ up on the top deck smoking a Cuban and working on a bucket of beer. This sounded like an excellent idea, so I ran back to the room, changed, and joined him. We lazed about up there all day long. Chatted with some folks, laughed at them a couple of times cause they were drunker than us, and just soaked up the sun. I hadn't done that in years, and I don't think I'll be doing it again anytime soon, but I have to admit, I don't look half bad with a tan. We had the best dinner. Excellent wine. The service was unbelievably good. I decided that living as a stowaway for the rest of my life wasn't a bad idea.

Day 6, Back in New Orleans: I didn't want to leave, and for a while, we couldn't. There was some sort of incident on the pier, which we found out later was some sort of fuel spill, so we spent a while tapping our toes waiting to leave. We finally got a cab back to CJ's house, and chilled out and watched Anger Management and House of 1000 Corpses on his roomates big screen. He picked on me because he said I looked like the crazy girl in the straightjacket in Anger Management. I do NOT. Then later we went and saw Matrix Revolutions with his friend Tanya (I think that's how ya spell it). There was some unpleasantness between then and the time I left in the morning, but I covered that in my last post, and I think I've tortured myself enough with that for the time being. This is about the good times.

I hope we can have more good times like this in the future. But, it wouldn't matter where we were. I always have a good time with him.
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Well, I'm leaving in one week to head to New Orleans. I can't wait. I poked around the Carnival website until I found the ship we're going to be on. It's pretty nice. Looks like there's gonna be a good amount of things to do too. We're making 2 stops in Mexico, but we haven't decided if we want to get off at either of them, since the little excursions cost money. But if we can just get off and wander around that might be something to do. But I'm probably thinking the same way CJ is. Just stay on the ship and lounge. All that other stuff sounds like too much work for a vacation. :P

I still have to venture over to Lexington sometime in the next few days and pick up my bus ticket. I'm not really too excited about taking the bus, but I'll deal. I'm not afraid of traveling alone. I've done that tons of times. It's just the boredom. I'm gonna take my walkman and some stuff to read, and try to sleep when I can. I'm going to be getting into New Orleans right at the crack of dawn, so hopefully we can go ahead and board the ship so I can take a proper nap. I'm sure I'll need one.

I want to take my knife with me, but I don't know if there's any kind of security precautions or anything that will keep me from doing that. Better to be on the safe side and not take it. I'll just have to be extra paranoid and careful. I only change buses once in Atlanta, so that's good. It is kind of weird that on the trip back I have to go all the way up to Cincinnatti and then back down to Lexington. Oh well. Just as long as I get home, I suppose.

YAY ME!

Oct. 7th, 2003 09:46 pm
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After fretting and worrying for the past couple of months, I think at least one aspect of my life is going ok. CJ had told me a while back that he was planning on going on a cruise at the beginning of next month, and the other night he asked me if I wanted to go. HELL YES I WANT TO GO! So I'm going.

I was concerned about the money thing, but he offered to pay for me to get down there and back. I really didn't want him to have to do that, but I couldn't go otherwise. I'm going to pay him back, even though he said I didn't need to. I'm thinking this is a really good sign. I don't think he would invite me on this trip if he wasn't considering taking me back. And I can tell he's holding back something.

I'm taking a bus down to New Orleans, and then I'm going to take a cab to the port. It's a long trip, but it's cheaper than a flight, and I HATE PLANES! I think he forgot that when he first mentioned it. I would get on a plane to see him though, and it would have to be something major to get me on one. I would have gone by catapult if it would get me to him.

I didn't know there were dress codes on these things, but oh well. Apparently I can't wear tshirts and shorts in the dining area and there's a formal dinner too. I got an outfit I can wear for that. I'm even gonna wear a dress. (The shock! The horror!) It'll be a nice change though. I've been dressing like a bum for months. I just don't feel the need to dress nice since I don't really have anyone I want to look nice for. Now I do.

I'm genuinely in a good mood for the first time in months. I just know I'm gonna be in heaven when I see him. I don't usually do the girly-screamy thing, but EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! :D

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