That toy? Way too much fun to play with.
Anyway, I may have failed to mention this beforehand, but I'm in Maryland at the moment. Due to having driven for a million billion hours on Wednesday. Okay so maybe it wasn't quite that long. But it was close. 16 or 17, I think. And it was only supposed to be a 14 hour drive. Of the nine hundred and summat miles that we went, I drove about 700 of them. That is a damn lot. Especially during the bits that added the almost two hours and 75 miles that didn't belong. See, we got lost. In Washington DC. Because we tried to follow the mapper directions, rather than just looking at the atlas and going around the damn city.
Washington DC is a scary place when it's midnight and you've never driven in it before and you just want to be damn well finished driving and you can't find the road you're supposed to be on and you have no fricking clue where you are. Also? When I am lost, I CANNOT
drive. I, like, lose all good sense and reasonability. I panic and do stupid things and generally drive like a crazy person
. Adrenaline floods like it's fricking last call at the adrenaline junkie bar or something. Additionally? Driving while lost, generally speaking, TERRIFIES THE FUCK OUT OF ME. Seriously. Previously unrealized phobia. I really dislike discovering things that cause uncontrollable panic in me.
I think Jen was worried for my sanity when, like, half an hour after we found ourselves again and were well on our way to getting back to where we needed to be, I started randomly crying
while driving, just thinking
about what happened. That is some seriously cracked shit.
Anyway, we survived. And I'm very, very, very glad, suddenly, that we are flying back. And on Sunday! So only ...2 more days.
Oh, oh! And, somewhere... in the mountains-ish, West Virginia I think, we got randomly stalked for like half an hour by a creepy trucker guy. How do I know he was a creepy trucker guy, you ask? I will 'splain. No, is to much, I will sum up.
There was a big tractor trailer in front of me hauling ginormous logs of DOOM. I passed it and it honked at me when I went by. I was startled, but pretty much forgot about it a few minutes later. Then he passed me. He was still going to slow for me, so I went to pass him again. As I pulled even, he honked at me again. Startled by this, I slowed down and got back behind him. I was like, okay, crazy truck, if you really want me to stay back here, I guess I will. Then he started slowing down. And slowing down more. And he pulled off the road. I debated for a second about whether I should speed away or stop, but I decided I really
wanted to know why he was honking at us. So I pull off the road and hope that I'm not about to get me and Jen killed/kidnapped/raped/etc.
The guy gets out of the truck and comes over to us and starts telling us how he thought we were some people he knows who have a car like that and Maryland plates who might be traveling on that road. Which, obviously we aren't. And then he asked if we were from the same place as his "friends". Again, no. And then he asked if we had time to stay and hang out. With him. On the side of the road. Umm, NO!?
Hello? How crazy are you, creepy guy? What we actually said was more along the lines of, "No, sorry, we've still got a really long way to go and we don't want any delays." Because even with weird stalker-y trucker guys, we are strangely polite, apparently. Or maybe it's because
he was a weird stalker-y trucker guy.
Also, this makes me sad because he gives truck drivers a bad name. All the other truck drivers I know are nice people. Damn guy.
So yeah, it was weird. And strange. But, hey! The whole almost having a nervous breakdown and driving through tears in DC totally made me almost forget all about him! Silver lining, yo.
Oh! And in case I didn't mention, I had a good holiday. And very nice day-after-xmas shopping. I'll tell ya what I got when I get back home and have it in front of me.
I'm gonna stop spazzing out on my f-list now. G'night.