*disclaimer*
I have not slept in over 36 hours.
All comments herein are inadmissible in court ... or at least they should be.
*end disclaimer*
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Home.
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"Longest Day Ever" or "The Day That Seemed Like A Week"
I extended the original stay by two days ...
Friday = "having too much fun to leave'.
Saturday = 'rain and snow all day along the entire east coast.'
Sunday had to be the day, whether it felt right or not.
I woke up around one o'clock to a really shitty day ... it felt like a mid-November day in Philadelphia rather than a late March day in Clearwater. Low 50's, rain, and wind. Every other day since I arrived had been no less than 75 degrees and at least partly sunny.
This was just a shitty, shitty day -- but I didn't want to leave too early because it was the same deal up the entire east coast of the US, and I absolutely hate driving in the rain. Especially if I had to do it all the way home.
The rain was supposed to move out later in the day, so I figured if I left at around ten that night I'd be set ... no rain, little traffic, good timing with the DC Beltway (you don't fuck with the Beltway during rush hour), and I'd be in Philadelphia by four in the afternoon ... early rush hour, yes, but what the fuck?
But I'd definitely need a nap. Yay for naps. But there was no nap ... I couldn't get to sleep ... I never can.
Alright, this is getting longwinded.
Imagine that ... a drunken, sleep-deprived ramble ... strange that could happen ...
Cutting to the chase, I showered, packed up my shit, mailed off some postcards, and jumped into my car:
SUN 30 MAR 10:57 PM -- The drive home begins with a fresh case of Diet Coke, a bag of pretzel rods, and a man on a mission.
Clearwater is on the west coast of Florida ... on the Gulf of Mexico, so there's a ways to go before you hook up with the east coast lifeline that is I-95.
148 miles in ( ... I don't know what time ... my eyes were burning and I was cursing myself for not extending another day, so I didn't write it down ... ) I reached I-95 via I-4 E through Orlando. I was happy.
3:23 AM - Florida into Georgia. 266 miles toward home.
5:12 AM - Georgia into South Carolina. 376 miles in.
8:23 AM - I switch Carolinas ... who knew SC was so fucking big? We're at 570 miles.
11:38 AM - Finally, North Carolina into Virginia ... 747 miles so far, but Virginia is vast, and radar detectors are illegal here. Fuck.
2:41 PM - I reach Maryland in the midst of the Capital Beltway ... and oddly enough it seems to be snowing like a motherfucker. Oh, sorry ... we're at 927 miles. The snow continues through Baltimore ... and at some points it's pretty much a white-out. Yay weather!
4:49 PM - I finally reach Delaware after taking about twenty minutes at Chesapeake Service Plaza to help myself to a personal pan pizza and a chili cheese dog. Strangely enough, this was my first meal since the McD's I had on Sunday night in Clearwater in the time between 'The Simpsons' and 'Alias'. I happily devour the food while sitting in my car listening to the radio broadcast of the Phillies' opener. 1,034 miles in, so you know we're close.
5:12 PM - I'm almost home ... we have crossed into Pennsylvania. Then again, this is the point where I almost got killed driving home last year. The pattern holds true as no one will let me merge no matter how much I threaten or cajole. I'm forced to just cut them the fuck off and hope they don't ram into me or shoot me ... nothing like chicken at 70 mph with tractor trailers, right? Welcome to Philadelphia, asshole ...
5:34 PM - Home ... home sweet fucking home. 18 and a half hours and close to eleven hundred miles driven. I forgot how great my setup was, and how kickass is the fat-ass beast that is Moe.
She is still giving me shit for leaving her for a week ...
I am home ... and I am for some God-awful reason still awake. My friends came over tonight to 'welcome me home' and there was beer involved (duh!) .... so this entry ends now ... I've rambled enough.
I have not slept in over 36 hours.
All comments herein are inadmissible in court ... or at least they should be.
*end disclaimer*
...
Home.
...
"Longest Day Ever" or "The Day That Seemed Like A Week"
I extended the original stay by two days ...
Friday = "having too much fun to leave'.
Saturday = 'rain and snow all day along the entire east coast.'
Sunday had to be the day, whether it felt right or not.
I woke up around one o'clock to a really shitty day ... it felt like a mid-November day in Philadelphia rather than a late March day in Clearwater. Low 50's, rain, and wind. Every other day since I arrived had been no less than 75 degrees and at least partly sunny.
This was just a shitty, shitty day -- but I didn't want to leave too early because it was the same deal up the entire east coast of the US, and I absolutely hate driving in the rain. Especially if I had to do it all the way home.
The rain was supposed to move out later in the day, so I figured if I left at around ten that night I'd be set ... no rain, little traffic, good timing with the DC Beltway (you don't fuck with the Beltway during rush hour), and I'd be in Philadelphia by four in the afternoon ... early rush hour, yes, but what the fuck?
But I'd definitely need a nap. Yay for naps. But there was no nap ... I couldn't get to sleep ... I never can.
Alright, this is getting longwinded.
Imagine that ... a drunken, sleep-deprived ramble ... strange that could happen ...
Cutting to the chase, I showered, packed up my shit, mailed off some postcards, and jumped into my car:
SUN 30 MAR 10:57 PM -- The drive home begins with a fresh case of Diet Coke, a bag of pretzel rods, and a man on a mission.
Clearwater is on the west coast of Florida ... on the Gulf of Mexico, so there's a ways to go before you hook up with the east coast lifeline that is I-95.
148 miles in ( ... I don't know what time ... my eyes were burning and I was cursing myself for not extending another day, so I didn't write it down ... ) I reached I-95 via I-4 E through Orlando. I was happy.
3:23 AM - Florida into Georgia. 266 miles toward home.
5:12 AM - Georgia into South Carolina. 376 miles in.
8:23 AM - I switch Carolinas ... who knew SC was so fucking big? We're at 570 miles.
11:38 AM - Finally, North Carolina into Virginia ... 747 miles so far, but Virginia is vast, and radar detectors are illegal here. Fuck.
2:41 PM - I reach Maryland in the midst of the Capital Beltway ... and oddly enough it seems to be snowing like a motherfucker. Oh, sorry ... we're at 927 miles. The snow continues through Baltimore ... and at some points it's pretty much a white-out. Yay weather!
4:49 PM - I finally reach Delaware after taking about twenty minutes at Chesapeake Service Plaza to help myself to a personal pan pizza and a chili cheese dog. Strangely enough, this was my first meal since the McD's I had on Sunday night in Clearwater in the time between 'The Simpsons' and 'Alias'. I happily devour the food while sitting in my car listening to the radio broadcast of the Phillies' opener. 1,034 miles in, so you know we're close.
5:12 PM - I'm almost home ... we have crossed into Pennsylvania. Then again, this is the point where I almost got killed driving home last year. The pattern holds true as no one will let me merge no matter how much I threaten or cajole. I'm forced to just cut them the fuck off and hope they don't ram into me or shoot me ... nothing like chicken at 70 mph with tractor trailers, right? Welcome to Philadelphia, asshole ...
5:34 PM - Home ... home sweet fucking home. 18 and a half hours and close to eleven hundred miles driven. I forgot how great my setup was, and how kickass is the fat-ass beast that is Moe.
She is still giving me shit for leaving her for a week ...
I am home ... and I am for some God-awful reason still awake. My friends came over tonight to 'welcome me home' and there was beer involved (duh!) .... so this entry ends now ... I've rambled enough.
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sounds like you had fun...