Monday, May 25, 2009

My history of road trips

Road trips are awesome

I've taken lots of road trips in my lifetime. Growing up in Minnesota it was tradition to go to my grandmother's apartment for Christmas to see family. (My grandmother's apartment entrance had one of those brick walls that's "textured" where the bricks aren't flush and some stick out; I always tried to climb it while waiting for her to buzz us in.) As I got older trips to grandma's became less common, replaced by a trip to Oregon one year and soon enough the people coming home for Christmas weren't my parents but my siblings. After I moved out I took a few more road trips with roommates, some were just weekend trips down to Minneapolis for the Renaissance Festival, others were across the country to Baltimore.

(For the record: if you're ever driving from Baltimore to Minnesota and you see a sign that says "Welcome to Lake Erie"--that's a bad thing.)

Since I've moved to Utah I've taken a few road trips with friends. We've driven down to Las Vegas for various reasons. We've also learned it is worth paying for a suite at the Venetian versus just getting a cheap room at the Excalibur. Remote control curtains are awesome.

I actually like road trips. As Shepherd Book replies when asked about why he doesn't care about where he's going, "how you get there is the worthier part." When you're driving with someone for hours you talk and you get to know a lot about them. Sometimes after 20 hours in the car with someone you want to kill them, but that usually passes after a brief nap. (And sometimes that brief nap is interrupted by someone opening the door you're sleeping against

Not a balanced meal

and you go tumbling out onto the pavement.)

Road trips have also taught me that a diet consisting entirely of Red Bull and Mrs. Freshley's Cupcakes is a good recipe for becoming very sick; and that Doug was a pretty awesome roommate.

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