If it's any consolation, you TOTALLY woke me up when I glanced down at the title and thought you said "Drew"!
Well, there ain't enough of that, EITHER!
Honestly -- how much would actually be too much? And, please don't answer that. *g*
I woke up this morning and looked over at Basil and he just gave me that look of "B*tch, I'M NOT driving (meant riding in the car...I mean, if he COULD of driven I would of let him....) to NC again".
I don't know how I'm functioning today but there is a possibility that I'm going to overlook something and a shipbuilder is looking at a multi-million dollar payday cause I'm NOT on my game!
Edited at 2008-04-14 03:18 pm (UTC)
"possibility that I'm going to overlook something and a shipbuilder is looking at a multi-million dollar payday"
Well, that sort of puts my "omigosh, what if I approve this price sheet for Tork Paper Towel dispensers and it's WRONG!" in perspective....
But seriously, what exit were you at when you remembered that LAST year we swore that it was just Stupid to not at least take half day on the Monday afterwards so that we could crash and get some sleep before hitting the road?
You ladies are my heroes! I don't know how you keep doing this, year after year after year...
All you really need is some rehearsals to get all them there dancers to work in unison. Glad you are all home safe.
You're a man of many icons.
Good to see you two -- although I am really looking forward to an opportunity to do so when I am not full of obligations and alarmingly sober.
Good to see you and I promise pyllgrum
will take on his honorary role as 'designated sober person' next time we see you.unless it's at VARF ... hope sooner though ;)
Pyllgrum WAS Designated Sober Person on Saturday... whom did you think was driving the car as we got lost at every interstate intersection on the way back to the motel? (And still got back, despite the unique Raleigh system of labeling exits and on ramps and splitting highways and endless C/D lanes; and that guy at the front desk, "Idunno.")
heh oh yeah that's right.
Well we should both note I bitched a whole lot less on the way BACK than I did on the way there.
There must be a point in that somewhere ................
I believe I can now officially say the Mistress Fetch is contagious...now get your mind out of the gutter, and try to follow along:
Leaving NCRF, heading to the airport to fly back to Nashville and then Memphis "sounded" like a somewhat reasonable thing to do. Well, maybe not, but I decided to do it anyway. So, dropped off at the airport, checked into my flight (inbound plane late, of course), up we go and safely to Nashville. Off the plane, wait an eternity for luggage then a ride to the stupid economy parking lot and finally on westbound on I-40. All is well and good for about, oh, 30 minutes...then the fatigue noted above starts to kick in. Caffeine would have worked, maybe, a nap would have been smart, and just simply calling it a night would have been brilliant. But no, alas, I had to work today, so trudge on I must, taking little cat (greyhound) naps along the way...now hold on kids, this is the interesting part.
I started to see four or even five lanes ahead, when my brain realized there were in fact only two, so I hit the next exit, parked in front of a "resting" semi in the middle of BFE. No convenience stores, no gas stations, only a small industrial type area and two (2) vehicles. Lean the seat back, zonk, out like a light. I was stirred by what I felt was possibly a passing semi, but that didn't seem quite right, so I clicked on all the lights and did a quick look-see around my pickup; nothing. OK, back to nap central. Huh, felt it again, and thought I saw something move in my rear-view mirror....CREEPY, and I'm not one to spook easily (occupational hazard). All right, something just ain't right, crank up the truck, and boogie on out of there...rolling back on I-40. 8-10 miles down the road, heavy eyes kick back in, and for once, a rest stop where I needed one. Off of cruise control, turn into the parking lot, shut the truck down, tumble out for a bladder break. Then I thought, maybe one more look around the truck...HOLY SH!T BATMAN, there's a guy laying down in the bed...and, in my most controlled and directive voice I politely asked the PSYCHO to get the H@LL OUT OF MY TRUCK! "Yeah, sure, no problem man", and my weird stuff-o-meter just bent the needle. Back into the truck, fire it up, and speedily move west, WAAAY west.
My heart-rate finally got somewhere below 200, and I pulled into another parking lot after the sun came up...naturally, one more check of the bed...oh, what's this? Seems that Anthony Perkins did in fact have a mode of transport, and left his keys in the bed of my truck...sux for him.
Fast forward to the end of the day in Mayberry, and as I replay this little incident in my head, I realize just how much worse it could have turned out had I not pulled into a public, well lit area. So kiddies, beware the ides of Mistress Fetch...as her "fan club whackos" can rub off...
See, neither one of you should travel without me...and my whacko-stalker repellent.