about that roadtrip

i've been trying to think of a way to tell the story in a concise and humorous manner. i can't come up with one. besides which, i've waited until the point of obsolescence. so i'm just gonna call it and move on. (after spewing a small mess of impressions, of course).

it was amazing. and slightly ridiculous. i'm totally glad i went. i saw so many people and had so much fun; hopefully they did too. i pretty much irritated everyone just enough so that they were ready for me to leave which, for me, is about right. dee and tim's house is adorable, but the best part is that they're so excited about it. and they had margaritas waiting when we got there, which is a fantastic precedent that everyone should proceed to follow. enterprise rent-a-car is my new nemesis (along with, of course, my amazing turd of a car that i should really find the money to replace). going 80 down really curvy mountain passes is entirely too entertaining; i would make it my new hobby, except that i'd probably die. or end up in a torrid affair with a tow truck driver. you know, whatever. when you read a map, you should take the time to read it all the way through because otherwise you just end up with a mess. but sometimes this itself is entertaining. i keep lists of odd things, like elevations and wildlife. and pirates. austin is changing, which is weird. we didn't kill anything, except maybe a couple locusts. if those crawling, hopping masses of highway puke were even locusts at all. nothing substitutes for just spending time with people. i love the sound that elephant seals make. end-of-the-arm pictures are always amusingly awful. never trust a sign for a restaurant when there's no sign for a town, because you'll more than likely end up lunch. i saw the very first house i ever lived in, which probably isn't that big of a deal to people who have a hometown but is for me. i want to be famous enough to make enough money to afford to live in big sur and do nothing in particular. i flipped over on the river and lost my favorite pair of free sunglasses. we tried to get scuba steve to look for them, but i'm pretty sure he just spent the time looking at our asses. apparently i'm not allowed to drink stout beer. bitch. there are a lot of really pretty places in this country, and some depressingly ugly ones in between. i definitely miss tex mex. people think i'm wandering around visiting them, but really i'm just there to play with their pets. drunken fireworks and strangers are awesome. sunscreen is my friend. i make very little sense in the wee hours of the morning and end up doing practical things like sleeping in my car... in the driveway. if life is really an adventure, maybe that's why it feels so good to occasionally make it one. 4,990 miles.