Gloria, Potholes, and Tim
My seekers and peekers,
Mommy's back from Chicago.
and she indeed had a very good time. Met lots of good folk, ate lots of good food, engaged in many fun and frightful events and as usual, put the town in shambles... 
Check the news...you'll see that there may have been a recent Swine Flu outbreak there...Thank Tim for that one.
Of course my life is never without a comical and bizarre spin, so there are many stories to tell.... Hope you brought your Preparation H and told your spouses not to wait up for you tonight, because you will be sitting up reading this for a GOOD WHILE...
And now...we begin...
The ride was not bad at all. We were driving from St. Louis so it was only about a 6 hour trip. Tim was the Captain Sulu of the trip. I was Uhura. He came well equipped with GPS, the cam, and satellite radio.I answered the phones. I do believe if we did not have these mere luxuries, the drive would have been more like landing an airplane on top of a volcano. I'd arrive home tied to the top of the car with my toungue hanging out of my mouth.
Along the long and neverending highways of Illinois, there are many funny assholes that are under immense amounts of stress for many reasons. Trying to get home from work, trying to shut the kids up, trying to be cool and take a blowjob while driving, just TRYING, you get the stress right? Some real twat of an idiot was riding our asses for the longest with the fucking high beams on just being an annoying little shit! It's not like he was out of a way to go around. Hell no. I was also shocked to see this guy riding around with absolutely no protection at all. Such courage tugs at the heart...
It's funny how there is no law forcing Illinoisians to wear helmets yet me, you, or any regular old person can be arrested for spitting on a sidewalk. Hey. Sidewalks have rights too.
We made our first pit stop at a Starbucks somewhere underneath the armpit of small towns. Tim and I would like to comment on the odd "Pike's Place" blend that Starbucks dishes out after 12PM. For those of you that don't know, Starbucks for some reason locks the regular coffee up after 12 and then serves instead a blend named "Pike Place" which is from what Tim describes, a shit version of good coffee. Be ashamed Starbucks...
Found a room. Slept like babies.
The next day is when all the REAL fun started. One of the first places we wanted to see was the infamous Frank Lloyd Wright houses. The weather was very unpredictable. It would go from rain to sunshine in less than 2 minutes.
We finally hit Chicago around midnight and got a room.
The next morning is when the fun really started. We were trying to get to see some Frank Lloyd Wright houses.The weather was extremely random. It would go from rain to sunshine in less than a minute. So we were trying to hurry out there before the weather got really bad.
Before i go any further i must address Chicago's FUCKED UP ROADS.Ever seen a pot hole? Well Chicago has POND holes. Fucking CRATERS! I mean, the cars were actually DRIFTING to avoid the holes!
Your hero, Ms.T could have avoided these roads if only she had paid attention to the GPS and signaled Tim to exit......
Part 2 tomorrow!!!....
_______________________________
My seekers and peekers,
Mommy's back from Chicago.
and she indeed had a very good time. Met lots of good folk, ate lots of good food, engaged in many fun and frightful events and as usual, put the town in shambles... Check the news...you'll see that there may have been a recent Swine Flu outbreak there...Thank Tim for that one.Of course my life is never without a comical and bizarre spin, so there are many stories to tell.... Hope you brought your Preparation H and told your spouses not to wait up for you tonight, because you will be sitting up reading this for a GOOD WHILE...
And now...we begin...
The ride was not bad at all. We were driving from St. Louis so it was only about a 6 hour trip. Tim was the Captain Sulu of the trip. I was Uhura. He came well equipped with GPS, the cam, and satellite radio.I answered the phones. I do believe if we did not have these mere luxuries, the drive would have been more like landing an airplane on top of a volcano. I'd arrive home tied to the top of the car with my toungue hanging out of my mouth.
Along the long and neverending highways of Illinois, there are many funny assholes that are under immense amounts of stress for many reasons. Trying to get home from work, trying to shut the kids up, trying to be cool and take a blowjob while driving, just TRYING, you get the stress right? Some real twat of an idiot was riding our asses for the longest with the fucking high beams on just being an annoying little shit! It's not like he was out of a way to go around. Hell no. I was also shocked to see this guy riding around with absolutely no protection at all. Such courage tugs at the heart...
It's funny how there is no law forcing Illinoisians to wear helmets yet me, you, or any regular old person can be arrested for spitting on a sidewalk. Hey. Sidewalks have rights too.
We made our first pit stop at a Starbucks somewhere underneath the armpit of small towns. Tim and I would like to comment on the odd "Pike's Place" blend that Starbucks dishes out after 12PM. For those of you that don't know, Starbucks for some reason locks the regular coffee up after 12 and then serves instead a blend named "Pike Place" which is from what Tim describes, a shit version of good coffee. Be ashamed Starbucks...
Found a room. Slept like babies.
The next day is when all the REAL fun started. One of the first places we wanted to see was the infamous Frank Lloyd Wright houses. The weather was very unpredictable. It would go from rain to sunshine in less than 2 minutes.
We finally hit Chicago around midnight and got a room.
The next morning is when the fun really started. We were trying to get to see some Frank Lloyd Wright houses.The weather was extremely random. It would go from rain to sunshine in less than a minute. So we were trying to hurry out there before the weather got really bad.
Before i go any further i must address Chicago's FUCKED UP ROADS.Ever seen a pot hole? Well Chicago has POND holes. Fucking CRATERS! I mean, the cars were actually DRIFTING to avoid the holes!
Your hero, Ms.T could have avoided these roads if only she had paid attention to the GPS and signaled Tim to exit......
Part 2 tomorrow!!!....
_______________________________
While in the US the only real coffee I encountered in Cuban Cafes. Here in Germany I would look for Italian Cafes but would at least stand a chance to get some decent coffe elsewhere. Starbucks still has a lot of somehow coffe flavered beverages, some of them tasting real good - but coffee, well... No.