Gah, why didn't you remind me I had that overly-earnest flood post on top for this long?
So, do you remember back when you were in college, and it was no big deal to take a road trip and drive through the night?
Heck, leaving on an 8 hour trip for the beach Friday night only to have to return home on Sunday wasn't unheard of.
I'm not in college, anymore.
Two weekends ago, Busy Girl had a volleyball tournament in Atlanta (4 hours away).
Last weekend was also prom,
Well, only kinda, for we drove to Atlanta Friday night, she played Satruday morning, we drove back here for prom, drove back to Atlanta again in the wee hours of Sunday morning for the rest of the tournament, and drove home again on Sunday evening.
And, by "we" driving, I mean me.
Why, yes that was approximately 1,100 miles in about 36 hours.
Some of you were kind enough to follow along on Twitter as I dreaded the third leg of the journey after prom, didn't know if I could do it.
I'm not a good napper, so I was unable to sleep while she was at prom, but I tried.
I put on my pajamas, set the alarm and got up for a shower as I tried to trick myself into thinking I was well-rested.
Due to a story longer than you care to hear about (nothing bad, just dull), we didn't get on the road back to Atlanta until 1:45 am.
Yes, that felt about like you imagine it felt, but I had to do it, and it went something like this:
11:45 - (left to pick her up at the prom breakfast) I'm not waking up, and I'm too tied to put gas in the car, but coffee sounds revolting right now.
11:55 - This is not good, I'm already rolling down windows, and I'm not even half-way to where she is.
1:30 am - Jeezum, we haven't even left town. Now I gotta have coffee.
1:45 am - On the road! I have a weird crick in my neck. I'm sure it's vascular and I'm having a stroke.
2:45 am - OK, I give, gotta get out and walk before I pull a Toonces (look it up).
2:55 am - Who are these people at a market at 3am, and I think I'm gonna hurl coffee.
3:00 am - More coffee? Check. Big ol' thing of Soft Batch cookies? Check. Large bottle of Tums? Check.
3:15 am - "ONCE UPON A TIME I WAS FALLING IN LOVE, NOW I'M ONLY FALLING APART..."
3:16 am - Apologize to Busy Girl for waking her up.
4:10 am - Found myself driving about 55 mph. No wonder trip was taking forever.
4:55 am - Cookies were a poor choice. I think I see a guy riding a horse in the lane next to me.
4:56 am - Well, maybe not, but I think that means I should go to this truck stop and walk around some more.
5:00 am - "Wait, I'm walking around a truck stop somewhere in Georgia at 5 am..."
6:15 am - "Hello, Sun! Hello, Atlanta! Hello, Traffic Jam! HERE COMES THE SUN, DOO DOO DOO DOO..."
7:10 am - "Hello, hotel room!" (shoos random teenagers out of my bed, long story)
7:25 am - "Hello, Housekeeping!"
8:15 am - "Hello, alarm clock!"
We did actually make it back there safe and sound.
What I'm glad I didn't know is that it was a single-elimination tournament, and had they lost, I would have had to drive back home again a coupls of hours after arrival.
There were actually 4 of us who did this trip, so we compared notes, but only 2 of us did it solo.
Someone joking said that it would take me "until Tuesday" to recover.
I laughed, sure she was wrong, and she was, kinda.
It's taken me two Tuesdays to recover, and college me is very judgmental about that.
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