Recuperating

I owe you five days. Here we go.

Route 66 Day 9:

The day after The Worst Fourth of July ever, MW decided that I was absolutely right and we ought to be heading home. So we drove home-ish. In the homeward direction, at least. To a point.

This is to say, we took interstates from Albuquerque to Elk City, a place in Oklahoma. This time we crossed the whole bloody state or Texas in three hours, stopping only once to eat.

Texans do not get the idea of sushi. That's all I'ma say on the subject.

Then Oklahoma once again proved its awesome by having good drivers and cooling off that night. Granted, the cooler air meant rain, but I can put up with rain for some of the most spectacular rainbows I've ever seen. I am a member of a religion that has a prayer for everything, which means there is a prayer for when you see the rainbow. I didn't say it, because I don't believe in God. But if there were ever a time to believe, that would be it.

Yeah, not much happened this day.

Route 66 Day 10:

Drove along to Oklahoma City. I told you about this one already, not doing it again. An interesting Thing, though. We ate lunch at the Rock Cafe (not to be confused with the Hard Rock Cafe) and spent the entire meal argueing with the waited about the fact that we, as JEws, do not believe in Jesus. Very enlightening, in a redneck kinda way.

Drove along that stretch of Route 66 between Oklahoma City and Joplin, MO that we missed to go see Emmy. Got lost. Got unlost. Got lost. Got unlost. Got lost, this time because we could not drive through the small Kansas town on Baxter Springs, seeing as most of it was under fifteen feet of water. Im told the flooding is going down. I hope so . . . : /

Got lost again. MW told me an interesting story about drive-in theaters, seeing as we passed one. When we got unlost, MW (who hadn't seen a speed limit sign in half an hour) was stopped for going 55 mph. In a 35 mph zone. And we totally got off the hook because the town, Galena, relies on Route 66 travelers and so because we were there was no issue. He even gave us directions to our hotel :)

Stopped at a Wal-to-Wall-Mart for foods. They were not good, but they were cheap and filling.

At the end of the day, MW pointed out that this was the first rainless day of our trip.

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Which says something, I think.

Route 66 Day 11:

Saturday. That is all.

Route 66 Day 12:

This was another sky-moistureless day. Driving started around 11 AM, and headed pretty much straight from Joplin to St. Louis. Only we stopped eight miles out of St. Louis to go to Six Flags. We arrived at 3PM. This, as it turned out, was a good thing, because while it was HOT, the lines were Short. The max wait time was a twenty-minute wait for Mr. Freeze. I went on the Batman six times without unstrapping. Good times.

My reviews:

Batman the ride-a solid, steel-track, feet-hanging coaster. Ride as far back as you can to catch the Gs.

Ninja-Don't ride it, it's a waste of your time.

Screamin' Eagle-pretty good, but I generally don't like wooden-track coasters. You can't do nearly as many fun things with them and they're not as smooth a ride.

Xcalibur-pretty tame. Not that you shouldn't ride it, and one girl who went before me threw up, but I didn't honestly see why.

Mr. Freeze-massive quantities of ridiculously high-speed fun. Also, the line is air-conditioned.

In addition, I kicked MW in bumper cars and we shared Ice Cream. 'Twas fun. Hot, but fun.

The we retreated to showers bed. This was in a Fenton. I say a Fenton because I know of at least one other Fenton-town. I want every bad joke you can give me along the lines of "tanarill slept in a Fenton." Go!

Route 66 Day 13:

The third and final nonwet day. MW and I took off from Fenton at about 11 AM, ended at a little Indian restaurant about half an hour later. What followed was an hour of some of the best damned food I've ever had. By the end, what was occurring was like this: "I am so stuffed it hurts. [takes another bite] Pass the rice pudding."

Yeah.

Then we drove East, to Indianapolis. I slept through most of this. I took over driving just before we hit the city, and spent my first hour driving the orbital. Indiana drivers are not quite as good an Oklahoma drivers, so we ended up driving less than the speed limit, but we moved the entire time. Through rush hour traffic.

For the next four hours, we listened to Music. The song that must needs be heard is called Violets of Dawn. Go. Listen. Love.

While listening to this and other Music, we took I-69 North from Indianapolis. I mention this only because it is I-69. We crossed over into Michigan around 9 PM, and reached home at 10ish.

Home!

I was tackleglomped by my brother. This is actually a spine-crackingly painful thing. Then we presented Presents. Then Father went to bed, MW went with him, and JJ remained to watch TV. I returned to the intarwebs.

Sorry for annoying you last night, lacha.

And I should really see about uploading piccus, but that involves me upgrading to Free Plus, and I am still pissed at LJ for 2007 Slashthrough.

Also, I need a "WTF?" icon. For when I am going WTF?

Alright, back to porn [grins]