PSA to all the ladies who have trouble meeting males:
GET THEE A MOTORCYCLE AND LEARN TO RIDE.
Seriously.
Hey! Anybody know how to travel from Baltimore to Richmond without having it take four freakin hours each way? This is a commute Im going to be making every fucking week for the next year, and it would be nice to avoid the why-are-you-all-on-this-stretch-of-95-going-20mph-when-the-sign-says 65mph? zone. Is there a route I dont know about? Is there a time of day or night that is best to travel? The prospect of wasting that much of my life in transit among those innumerable NON-DRIVING FUCKS is eating my lunch.
This weekend I saw my sister Amy off to her new life in Scotland. Amy is fourteen years older than me, and she was a golden, nurturing, loving presence in my childhood who often sang to me, held me, bandaged my skinned knees, and dried my copious tears. She was kind and sympathetic to me in my teens, and a wise advisor and delightful drinking buddy in my adulthood. I saw her through her first marriage and divorce, and its fitting I should be the one to see her off into the arms of her new husband. Im inexpressibly happy for her, but it makes me cry when I think theres an ocean separating us now.
GET THEE A MOTORCYCLE AND LEARN TO RIDE.
Seriously.
Hey! Anybody know how to travel from Baltimore to Richmond without having it take four freakin hours each way? This is a commute Im going to be making every fucking week for the next year, and it would be nice to avoid the why-are-you-all-on-this-stretch-of-95-going-20mph-when-the-sign-says 65mph? zone. Is there a route I dont know about? Is there a time of day or night that is best to travel? The prospect of wasting that much of my life in transit among those innumerable NON-DRIVING FUCKS is eating my lunch.
This weekend I saw my sister Amy off to her new life in Scotland. Amy is fourteen years older than me, and she was a golden, nurturing, loving presence in my childhood who often sang to me, held me, bandaged my skinned knees, and dried my copious tears. She was kind and sympathetic to me in my teens, and a wise advisor and delightful drinking buddy in my adulthood. I saw her through her first marriage and divorce, and its fitting I should be the one to see her off into the arms of her new husband. Im inexpressibly happy for her, but it makes me cry when I think theres an ocean separating us now.
Driving to Richmond? Do it at night. LATE. Daytime always sucks. Midnight to 3am is good.