I’m home from my vacation! And while I do not work today and therefore did not take the bus this morning, I have nevertheless, in that special/anal retentive way I have, decided to stick with the idea that the songs playing on my iPod during my commute will somehow predict my weekend.
O Eternal Shuffle! Tell me what my weekend holds in store!
McFearless by Kings of Leon
Jump Into the Fire by Harry Nilsson
Psychotic Reaction by The Count Five
Dance for Me by Southern Culture on the Skids
Mr. Brightside by The Killers
Super Bon Bon by Soul Coughing
Black Soul Choir by 16 Horsepower
Amos Moses by Jerry Reed
There it is, the length of a typical walk to the bus and its subsequent commute.
What to make of it? How should I know? What do I look like? A gypsy?
My time away has been relaxing and productive. Not only is the first draft of my book 85% done (I could show you the calculations) I’ve also gleaned the following wisdom on the drive to and from my little vacation.
Take from it what you will.
• Four large cups of coffee prior to a road trip is always a bad idea, even if you have gone to the bathroom just before leaving.
• The Holiday Gas Station on 35 just outside of Hinckley has a leaky tap in the women’s bathroom that will cause you, if you are “full bladdered” to do an elaborate and stylized dance before you can pull it together enough to get your pants down. I call this dance “Moments from Disaster”, but I trust we all have our own names for it.
• There will always be, no matter how many lists you’ve made, the suspicion somewhere in your brain, once you’ve left the house, that you’ve forgotten something. This is to be expected and embraced. First, imagine you’ve forgotten the most important thing, like directions to where you’re going or your laptop. Realize that you’ve got them with you. Next, imagine you’ve forgotten the least important thing, like galoshes or a rectal thermometer. Realize that you need neither of those things and may have needed this vacation more than previously suspected.
• My car, an eight-cylindered Thing of Beauty from another era, does 65 MPH very well but does not seem to like doing 70. Every single time I tried to hold it at 70 I looked down moments later to discover I was doing 78. (I love those big engines.)
• James Brown is excellent driving music and can lead to lip synching, car dancing, and what I choose to believe are appreciative (rather than judgmental) glances from other drivers.
So! I’m home now, and am off to unpack, hunt down/hug/kiss my friends, in that order.
It’s good to be home!
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