remember long ago when i was to write up spring break? well... i did. no thats not as good as it sounds. i actually got through the first two days then fell too lazy to continue. im the biggest bum i know... wouldnt want it to go to waste though so here's presenting spring break '03... the first two days.
Spring Break '03 ~ well, my travels in the sunshine state
yes, well then, i suppose its time to start writing. spring break '03 actually wasnt that bad, cept for the minor troubles of spending a week with your family and sharing a bed with your sister but hey scars heal with time right?? but anyway, i didnt come here to gripe about shit like that... or that the bed was entirely too uncomfortable... or that its inherently overly humid down there... or that semi trucks scare me (ok so i might gripe about that later some)... you get the picture. but like i said, it was not a bad trip. enough with the introductions, let me get to the trip already... shall we?
Day 1~ 6 hours in a bus with no tv... then 7 in a small suv...
thursday was, for all purposes, one of the hell days. it started with a band trip to asheboro that i really didnt want to go to. i ended up being late, the last on the bus and sat beside a silent parent all the way up there. this delayed my time going to florida. i wont go into this trip but know it mostly sucked, but was still better than school. i stole some kid's seat on the way back and a freshie sat beside the old guy hahaha ok lets move on... after i returned from the damn band thing i changed clothes and climbed in the back of our liberty, which is really not that big. i went ahead and formally aquainted myself with the seat on which my posterior rested, we got closer as the week progressed... my parents started the driving, drove all the way into south carolina where somewhere along the way i took over and piloted the little 210 hp wonder some 125 miles south @ 75 mph. now, heres where the semi trucks come into play. ill be cruising in the dark, lights and foglights on, on these lonely 2 lane highways. i figure its a game, cars circle each other through passing, like a slow motion chess match @ 80 miles an hour. wonderfully exciting long as you dont die or something. i was playing my little game. it goes, when youre in the right lane and cars pass you, look at their headlights in the rearview mirror and guess the make and model. im actually quite good at it... (volvo... 7 series... 740... turbo... intercooler... booyah!!!!!!) anyway, all these highway war games are a lot more interesting with semis, who have the inherent charactaristic of instilling fear into... most everyone. you would slowly cruise by a big semi in the left lane (or get behind someone and be stuck in the semi's damn blind spot for 10 minutes as typically happened to me) and then get in front of him to let faster traffic pass. now, a few miles up the road, the semi will pull out and slowly, painstakingly slowly, creep up on you to pass you. all you can do is stare in hysterical fright (if youre me) at the large, lumbering, unquestionably pissed off giant rumbling up behind you. cant help but remind you of the movie "joyride." see, the trucks look stupid in your mirrors but quite frightening being so high you cant see in the windows or see the driver, and in the dark and damn those fuckers are scary, trust me. anyway.... the plan was: we had no plan. so, clumsy as we were, we decided to stay at a "knight's inn" that night somewhere south of savannah. first of all, dont ever stay at a knight's inn. im not racist but i think all of them are run by indians (the india indians) and they just didnt do a very good job. first of all, the room was small and smelled a little funny, the ac was pretty loud and didnt alltogether work. the bathroom was a little nasty, the tv was old, and the whole place was a little raunchy. now, we had payed $65 for cable tv and a continental breakfast. the cable tv got us not many stations but that didnt matter much when we, eventually, fell asleep.
Day 2~ onward and southward... on a full belly of nothing
in the morning, while i took a raunchy shower, my dad and sister went over to sample the "complimentary continental breakfast." apparently by continental they meaned the middle of the ghettos in the indian peninsula. the "continental breakfast" consisted of: old powedered doughnuts, old chocolate doughnuts, a loaf of bread, a tub of butter, a toaster, and a jug of sunny delight... needless to say, we passed and took our leave where immediately pulling out of the parking lot my dad spilled his coffee on my mom. damn the knight's inn. so we stop a few miles up the road at a gas station where i quench my hunger with some old crusty formerly glorious georgian krispy kreme doughnuts and some random coffee drink which actually tasted really wierd... after i had stuffed those down mah gullet and finished the drink we passed into the sunshine state. i remember it was exactly 9 in the morning that friday because my friends in carolina would have been starting school that moment hahaha screw you. suddenly, it was overbearingly warm and humid and the mosquitos got fatter and the cops more florida-ish (i dont know myself). a maze of highways, biways, triways (three ways) and overpasses, turnpikes, orange groves, landfills, canals, steak 'n shakes, and grandparents from ontario (none of which knew where they were going). now maybe its just bad luck but we almost ran out of gas at one point and had to pull in and get some smoothies wait thats good luck nevermind. of course we were behind more grandparents from ontario. now here i was reading a dave barry book and burning yet another set of batteries on my cd player drinkin a smoothie and wondering what the coming days would bring. now, one random thing you should know about florida is that theres a lot of rich people driving nice cars down there, so i am pointing them out all week (i will only inform you of the really nice rides). now eventually this all gets tiring, especially since we cant pick up the acc tourney on the little portable tv my dad brought (back at the shakes, i was playing with the buttons wondering why nothing worked, my sister jiggled the cord in the front seat and the siren went off... subsequently scaring the shit outta me). plus for some reason none of the florida stations carried any basketball. half were in spanish anyway, i swear most of the people down there were hispanics. so we kept driving, through the heat and the hiss of the road scalding our little insignificant rubber, past the orange groves (i saw no bottles of tropicana) and the landfills and the seagulls on the landfills and it all. finally, we made it to the right city, ft lauderdale and went through their traffic for an indefinate amount of time. we have been pretty close to the beach all the time, so i figure hey, were almost there. well, when we get almost there, we turn right and go 15 miles inland. now if you are thinking, how in the hell are you supposed to go to the beach from 15 miles inland well i dont know either. anyway, just another generic florida highway with a canal beside us and the random alligator showing its ugly head. finally finally we get there. it took a while but the place looked nice. we got one of the new places, 5th floor, balcony, big screen tv, jacoozy, wood furnitute, large shower, cd player etc... very sweet digs. so i like the place but still tired of it all already so i sit there while my parents and sister go shopping, just take it all in and again, think of the future. nothing happened that night except the unfolding of the bed and attempting to sleep near my sister who inherently after 5 minutes ended up with 90% of the bed... dammit.
Spring Break '03 ~ well, my travels in the sunshine state
yes, well then, i suppose its time to start writing. spring break '03 actually wasnt that bad, cept for the minor troubles of spending a week with your family and sharing a bed with your sister but hey scars heal with time right?? but anyway, i didnt come here to gripe about shit like that... or that the bed was entirely too uncomfortable... or that its inherently overly humid down there... or that semi trucks scare me (ok so i might gripe about that later some)... you get the picture. but like i said, it was not a bad trip. enough with the introductions, let me get to the trip already... shall we?
Day 1~ 6 hours in a bus with no tv... then 7 in a small suv...
thursday was, for all purposes, one of the hell days. it started with a band trip to asheboro that i really didnt want to go to. i ended up being late, the last on the bus and sat beside a silent parent all the way up there. this delayed my time going to florida. i wont go into this trip but know it mostly sucked, but was still better than school. i stole some kid's seat on the way back and a freshie sat beside the old guy hahaha ok lets move on... after i returned from the damn band thing i changed clothes and climbed in the back of our liberty, which is really not that big. i went ahead and formally aquainted myself with the seat on which my posterior rested, we got closer as the week progressed... my parents started the driving, drove all the way into south carolina where somewhere along the way i took over and piloted the little 210 hp wonder some 125 miles south @ 75 mph. now, heres where the semi trucks come into play. ill be cruising in the dark, lights and foglights on, on these lonely 2 lane highways. i figure its a game, cars circle each other through passing, like a slow motion chess match @ 80 miles an hour. wonderfully exciting long as you dont die or something. i was playing my little game. it goes, when youre in the right lane and cars pass you, look at their headlights in the rearview mirror and guess the make and model. im actually quite good at it... (volvo... 7 series... 740... turbo... intercooler... booyah!!!!!!) anyway, all these highway war games are a lot more interesting with semis, who have the inherent charactaristic of instilling fear into... most everyone. you would slowly cruise by a big semi in the left lane (or get behind someone and be stuck in the semi's damn blind spot for 10 minutes as typically happened to me) and then get in front of him to let faster traffic pass. now, a few miles up the road, the semi will pull out and slowly, painstakingly slowly, creep up on you to pass you. all you can do is stare in hysterical fright (if youre me) at the large, lumbering, unquestionably pissed off giant rumbling up behind you. cant help but remind you of the movie "joyride." see, the trucks look stupid in your mirrors but quite frightening being so high you cant see in the windows or see the driver, and in the dark and damn those fuckers are scary, trust me. anyway.... the plan was: we had no plan. so, clumsy as we were, we decided to stay at a "knight's inn" that night somewhere south of savannah. first of all, dont ever stay at a knight's inn. im not racist but i think all of them are run by indians (the india indians) and they just didnt do a very good job. first of all, the room was small and smelled a little funny, the ac was pretty loud and didnt alltogether work. the bathroom was a little nasty, the tv was old, and the whole place was a little raunchy. now, we had payed $65 for cable tv and a continental breakfast. the cable tv got us not many stations but that didnt matter much when we, eventually, fell asleep.
Day 2~ onward and southward... on a full belly of nothing
in the morning, while i took a raunchy shower, my dad and sister went over to sample the "complimentary continental breakfast." apparently by continental they meaned the middle of the ghettos in the indian peninsula. the "continental breakfast" consisted of: old powedered doughnuts, old chocolate doughnuts, a loaf of bread, a tub of butter, a toaster, and a jug of sunny delight... needless to say, we passed and took our leave where immediately pulling out of the parking lot my dad spilled his coffee on my mom. damn the knight's inn. so we stop a few miles up the road at a gas station where i quench my hunger with some old crusty formerly glorious georgian krispy kreme doughnuts and some random coffee drink which actually tasted really wierd... after i had stuffed those down mah gullet and finished the drink we passed into the sunshine state. i remember it was exactly 9 in the morning that friday because my friends in carolina would have been starting school that moment hahaha screw you. suddenly, it was overbearingly warm and humid and the mosquitos got fatter and the cops more florida-ish (i dont know myself). a maze of highways, biways, triways (three ways) and overpasses, turnpikes, orange groves, landfills, canals, steak 'n shakes, and grandparents from ontario (none of which knew where they were going). now maybe its just bad luck but we almost ran out of gas at one point and had to pull in and get some smoothies wait thats good luck nevermind. of course we were behind more grandparents from ontario. now here i was reading a dave barry book and burning yet another set of batteries on my cd player drinkin a smoothie and wondering what the coming days would bring. now, one random thing you should know about florida is that theres a lot of rich people driving nice cars down there, so i am pointing them out all week (i will only inform you of the really nice rides). now eventually this all gets tiring, especially since we cant pick up the acc tourney on the little portable tv my dad brought (back at the shakes, i was playing with the buttons wondering why nothing worked, my sister jiggled the cord in the front seat and the siren went off... subsequently scaring the shit outta me). plus for some reason none of the florida stations carried any basketball. half were in spanish anyway, i swear most of the people down there were hispanics. so we kept driving, through the heat and the hiss of the road scalding our little insignificant rubber, past the orange groves (i saw no bottles of tropicana) and the landfills and the seagulls on the landfills and it all. finally, we made it to the right city, ft lauderdale and went through their traffic for an indefinate amount of time. we have been pretty close to the beach all the time, so i figure hey, were almost there. well, when we get almost there, we turn right and go 15 miles inland. now if you are thinking, how in the hell are you supposed to go to the beach from 15 miles inland well i dont know either. anyway, just another generic florida highway with a canal beside us and the random alligator showing its ugly head. finally finally we get there. it took a while but the place looked nice. we got one of the new places, 5th floor, balcony, big screen tv, jacoozy, wood furnitute, large shower, cd player etc... very sweet digs. so i like the place but still tired of it all already so i sit there while my parents and sister go shopping, just take it all in and again, think of the future. nothing happened that night except the unfolding of the bed and attempting to sleep near my sister who inherently after 5 minutes ended up with 90% of the bed... dammit.
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