my god the b train sucks! it took nearly an hour to get home from work - remind you - i've got an appointment with my friends to head to new hampshire - this was to happen at 6pm - it's now 6:30 and i'm sitting on the bridge waiting for a train in front of us to 'close it's doors' - technical problems i guess. finally get home - garrett is there with nick - they have the zipcar - it's a volvo - i pack a bag and it's off to get darris.
obstacle no. 2 - getting to darris' house. who knew that you could only escape carroll gardens? being a new yorker - it's very rare that i'm in a situation where i need to know how to drive to a place on my own. i usually rely on the knowledge (or lack there of) of new york's finest taxi drivers to get me to my destination. here we were - on a seemingly innocent jaunt down the street - only to discover all of the bridges getting to carroll gardens - go in the other direction - which means - we did concentric circles to try to find passage. one hour later - we are at darris' front door and we set out for our journey.
4 fags - in a volvo - heading north. friday. traffic in nyc is always something to predict. it's either bad or gridlock bad. it was just bad for a friday. one more hour on the road - we are still just barely out of the nyc area. this is hour 3 and we are still closer to home than to our destination.
somewhere in westchester - we stopped for gas and - ugh - dare i even admit - mcdonald's. i mean really - what do you eat on a road trip? why - shitty fast food of course. so i went overboard and then some - being that i reserve eating that slop maybe 2 times a year - 2 cheeseburgers and 2 4-piece mcnuggets, fries and coke. yeah that's right - a fat girl's dream. ate that shit like a champ too.
i took over at the wheel so that nick could eat his flurry - see - i wasn't that bad. this proved to be in our favor because i hate driving - so i try to get to the destination as quickly as possible - aka - i drive like a bat out of hell and wanted to gain back some of the 3+ hours already spent on the road.
how did we entertain ourselves - i know this is what you are asking yourself? well let me tell you - no traditional road trip songs sung here - no 'wheels on the bus' - no '99 bottles of beer' - no - for us - we sang along to our goddess - madonna - provided by our ipods via broadcast by this little thing called an itrip - fun times. when the signal went bad - we switched over to xm radio and listened to random 'pop vomit' as nick called it.
hours and hours later and many many toll booths and one sharp jab on the breaks and several hours of pop vomit, showtunes, talking like the martians on 'mars attacks' - we arrive in portsmouth, nh.
we try to head to the bar - it was closed. mind you it's nearly 12:30 at this point and most of new england goes to bed somewhere around 10:30 - so they roll up the streets by 1am just to make sure all is safe and secure. so - back to anthony's for drinks and finally at around 3:30 - we drift to sleep on our air mattresses.
yay. safe and sound in new england. party is tonight - who knows what adventures are ahead.
obstacle no. 2 - getting to darris' house. who knew that you could only escape carroll gardens? being a new yorker - it's very rare that i'm in a situation where i need to know how to drive to a place on my own. i usually rely on the knowledge (or lack there of) of new york's finest taxi drivers to get me to my destination. here we were - on a seemingly innocent jaunt down the street - only to discover all of the bridges getting to carroll gardens - go in the other direction - which means - we did concentric circles to try to find passage. one hour later - we are at darris' front door and we set out for our journey.
4 fags - in a volvo - heading north. friday. traffic in nyc is always something to predict. it's either bad or gridlock bad. it was just bad for a friday. one more hour on the road - we are still just barely out of the nyc area. this is hour 3 and we are still closer to home than to our destination.
somewhere in westchester - we stopped for gas and - ugh - dare i even admit - mcdonald's. i mean really - what do you eat on a road trip? why - shitty fast food of course. so i went overboard and then some - being that i reserve eating that slop maybe 2 times a year - 2 cheeseburgers and 2 4-piece mcnuggets, fries and coke. yeah that's right - a fat girl's dream. ate that shit like a champ too.
i took over at the wheel so that nick could eat his flurry - see - i wasn't that bad. this proved to be in our favor because i hate driving - so i try to get to the destination as quickly as possible - aka - i drive like a bat out of hell and wanted to gain back some of the 3+ hours already spent on the road.
how did we entertain ourselves - i know this is what you are asking yourself? well let me tell you - no traditional road trip songs sung here - no 'wheels on the bus' - no '99 bottles of beer' - no - for us - we sang along to our goddess - madonna - provided by our ipods via broadcast by this little thing called an itrip - fun times. when the signal went bad - we switched over to xm radio and listened to random 'pop vomit' as nick called it.
pop vomit -noun 1. any type of song that has been put through the 'pop machine' which makes all pop music sound the same: this new christina song sounds just like this britney song - must be pop vomit.
hours and hours later and many many toll booths and one sharp jab on the breaks and several hours of pop vomit, showtunes, talking like the martians on 'mars attacks' - we arrive in portsmouth, nh.
we try to head to the bar - it was closed. mind you it's nearly 12:30 at this point and most of new england goes to bed somewhere around 10:30 - so they roll up the streets by 1am just to make sure all is safe and secure. so - back to anthony's for drinks and finally at around 3:30 - we drift to sleep on our air mattresses.
yay. safe and sound in new england. party is tonight - who knows what adventures are ahead.
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