The 2010 Roadtrip: Part 4

Blind Guardian—At The Edge Of Time

MoTW—The Collector

Finally what you've all been waiting for! The "saga" continues!

Monday 8/2

12:30 am: Woken up by the sound of doors slamming and people screaming
in a foreign language. I was pissed.

12:45 am: Screaming in the foreign language continuing. Foreign
language-speak also continuing. I watch tv but not really watch. I'm
about to take action.

1:05 am: Slamming doors and foreign-speak stop.

1:20 am: Fall asleep again.

6:50 am: Wake up. Throw on some sweats, grab a diet Dew from the fridge,
grab the awesome "Under The Dome" by Stephen King and head outside to
the car to have a cool, refreshing smoke or two.

(Sidenote: I always purchase the hardcover whenever a new Stephen King
book comes out. I didn't start reading the book until late July, but
decided that I didn't want to lug around the hardcover so picked up the
massive paperback addition which weighed as much as the hardcover. Don't
know why, I just did.)

7:25 am: Back in the room. Back to bed. Watched "Saved By The Bell" on
TBS.

8:00 am: The woman woke up and showered then went downstairs to get
breakfast. I didn't join her since a very poignant episode of "Saved…"
was just about to start.

8:35 am: I'm comfortable in bed. The woman says she was going to drive
around and do some shopping. I was perfectly ok with this.

8:40 am to 10:30 am: I lay in bed, napped and watched tv. This was
vacation afterall.

10:45 am: After another smoke outside, took a shower.

11:30 am: The woman came back and we headed to Mother's for dinner.

11:45 am: Mother was happy to see us. Mother offered me a beer. I took
Mother up on her offer. This was vacation afterall.

12:00 pm to 3:30 pm: We hung around slinging the shit and I drank.
Really nothing went on. I did prove to the woman that I could do one of
those Sudoko (Soduku? Cockydoodoo?) puzzles in less than five minutes.
What she didn't realize was that the answers were in the newspaper and I
just flipped backed and forth until the puzzle was done. Everyone
marvelled at my brilliance.

3:30 pm: Mother had invited my sister's spawn to dinner so brother went
to pick them up.

4:50 pm: Sat down for dinner and it was grand. The spawn were being very
feisty so I calmed them down by telling them the Afghanistan Pecan Pie
joke. They were quiet for a good twenty minutes.

(Another note: I first heard this joke while sitting in a bar and
drinking with Bob, well before he turned into the dick he is today. I
have NEVER laughed so hard and long at a joke before or after. Bob did a
masterful job telling the joke and keeping it going and going and going
until the punchline. Maybe he'll post the joke or maybe I will if he
doesn't cause he's lazy.)

5:30 pm to 7:00 pm: Shot the sit some more, drank some more.

7:05 pm: We left. After saying goodbye, of course.

7:25 pm: Dropped the spawn off and hung around at sister's house for a
little bit, getting the plans set for tomorrow.

8:30 pm: Left sister's house and went back to the hotel.

8:50 pm: In bed watching Shark Week. Seriously, isn't this supposed to
be a vacation?

11:15 pm: The foreign-language speak starts again, no door slamming
though. I could live with that and fell asleep since tomorrow was going
to be a busy day.

COMING NEXT: Will I make you wait for the next installment? What's going
on Tuesday? What's the mystery?

Stephen Johnson

The idea of building a website with Bob came from Stephen in the days of message boards and chat rooms. We settled on the name TheWeirdcrap.com and the rest is history. Retired since he hit the ripe age of 25, he spends most his time doing odd-jobs around the house and digging thru trash bins for "stuff that's still good." Stephen has contributed several short stories and hosted the "Lunatic Ravings" column since the beggining. The idea of writing weekly columns (blogs didn't exist yet) also came from Stephen. So I guess that makes him the creator of the "blog" phenomena.

https://theweirdcrap.com

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