The Road Trip Journal

Greetings from the executive floor of the Chicago Hilton.  It's possible this hotel might make up for the last hotel that I was in a couple of weeks ago.  Almost. 

After discovering some old road trip journals from trips long past, I have decided to resume my road trip journals...and have decided to share today's with you.  I will add, it's a little difficult to write as much as I'd like when I'm by myself...but you still will hopefully get the idea...

10:44am - Start packing
10:54am - Finish packing

You may be wondering why it took me so long, as this is well over my average packing time.  Well, I had to re-pack all of my toiletries from carry on version to normal.  And it's also possible I was dancing the entire time, which may have slowed me down a bit.

11:10am - Realized that I forgot to pack underwear.  Immediately corrected the situation

12:57pm - Load up suitcase, cooler etc.  Do last minute double check to ensure that nothing has been left behind.  Like my backpack (computer).  Not that I ever forget things.  Or start driving without them.  Ok...so it was just that once...

12:58pm - On the road.

12:59pm - Regret eating black beans for both breakfast and lunch.

1:02pm - Call the mom and sing "On The Road Again."

1:13pm - Pass a tractor pulling some type of unfamiliar farm equipment

1:18pm - Stop for gas.  38.5mpg.  That seems off.  Betty normally gets good gas mileage, but this seems excessive.

1:20pm - On the road again.  The first episode for the day of Dragnet is on the radio.

2:50pm - Stop at Target in Champaign to stretch, and necessities.  And by necessities I mean Diet Coke. 

3:15pm - After getting a lot of attitude from a Target employee about the cost of my allergy medicine, I had to check myself before I wrecked myself.  I thanked the nice employee who was helpful, and then cracked open a new Diet Coke.  I'm once again on the road.

3:58pm - While listening to an episode of Dragnet, Joe Friday walked into the squad room, room 27A, at 3:58pm.  I look at the clock to find that it is also 3:58pm right now.  WEIRD.

5:09pm - Stuck in traffic, and I need to pee.

5:11pm - The Focus in front of me has their right blinker on, when clearly there is no opportunity to turn right, or move a lane to the right.  Curious.

5:12pm - Still stuck in traffic.  Still need to pee.

5:23pm - STILL STUCK IN TRAFFIC!!  Perhaps I should consider adult diapers in the future.  Really, it could be dual purpose.  One obvious reason.  The other would add to the padding of my less than padded posterior.

5:36pm - Arrive at the hotel.  Finally.

Now it's time to find some dinner, and take a shower.  The sun was shining on me the entire trip, making Betty feel like an oven, no matter how high I turned the AC.  Perhaps I need to get some tinting for Betty and make her look a little more gangsta.

And the fact that Firefox didn't pull out "gangsta" as misspelled is slightly disconcerting. 

PS - I listened to an episode of This American Life on today's trip, and it was all about Black Jack.  The first half was about counting cards, which is intriguing, and sounds a little fun.  The second half was all about gambling addiction...which frankly sounds a little scary.  I'm so conflicted!