I'm writing this entry with my keyboard all crooked on a stack of crap I have had to place on my desk. My TV - which hasn't been used in months - has been propped up on my desk as well (we're going to watch a movie in bed, a lovely bedtime story "American History X"), and space is limited. My desk is small. Just barely larger than my mid-sized TV.
After the movie, I'll have a 7.00 am wake-up call to pick up my rental car. I'm off to spend six days in a car with K, and we are going to rock this country. We'll hit up the coastal towns - Marseilles, Nice, Cannes. We already have three mixes with screaming good songs like "I Love Rock n Roll" and "When Doves Cry" and "Rebel Yell." We really love to sing at the top of our lungs, as we discovered in our first run-through of songs. Neither of us can wait for the second run-through, that will allow for full-on screaming as there will be no neighbors to consider. Sure, passing drivers may think we're crazy, and toll booth people may give us funny looks, but who am I to care what other people think when K and I are cruising down the highway, Twizzlers in hand, belting out Nirvana at high volumes?
So forgive me if the posts are few and far between this week. I'll be away from my desk, and thus away from my computer, and thus most likely basking on the beach - provided the sun comes out. I have two big tests to take on Tuesday and Wednesday, but for right now I am just concentrating on the fact that my vacation bag consists of flip flops, a bikini, and some sunscreen. I'm just praying I don't end up needing a turtleneck (right now in Paris, mind you, I am wearing a wool sweater and a wool coat out on the street - they say April showers bring May flowers but for right now I've only seen May showers).
Anyway. I'll be back with lots of pictures and good stuff when I get the chance. Hopefully my keyboard will have gotten straightened out by then, and I'll have a few drunken tales to tell. Hell, you might even get some pics of me sunbathing topless (only lying on my frontside though, kids, this is a PG-13 website).
Maybe I'll update from the road. We'll see. Until then, 'til later!
Have a nice holiday :) i know i could do with one...
hot damn, but I'm jealous. Even if you need a turtleneck!!!
K
Have fun!!
My parents did not have a daughter until I was sixteen. So I was never home to see how my parents dealt with their daughter. And I grew up with TV fathers Fred MacMurrary and Robert Young and whoever was Beaver's father. If you lived in the US where my daughters are supposed to live, you would have seen them on Nick at Night by now. And you would know that, for starters, none of the three had daughters. (I think I am right about that. There is logic there that probably has something to do with the sons-or-daughters comments of a few days ago.) And they did not have sons who (and certainly never had daughters who) wrote in a public forum about how they were going to go lie topless on a beach and get drunk and sing Nirvana songs at the top of their lungs while driving down a French highwayand not even stop singing when they got to the toll booth and the toll booth attendant looks at them like they are crazy. So I can only hope that you have a really good time to offset all the anguish that you are causing your father. And by the way, having written this, I can't seem to get back to the "gotta name" box to let you know who I am. Obviously, a defect in your web site construction. In any case, I will just have to submit this comment without identifying myself, so you probably will never know who wrote it.
hee. Hee hee hee ha ha ha ha. Hee.
Hee.
I'm (pretty) sure my Dad loves me anyway. Right?
PS: You could have put in a name like, Old Crazy Guy with Two Crazier Daughters
Except he forgot the first time through, and couldn't figure out how to get his cursor back up into the name slot.
Hee.
(And I just checked, and I didn't have any trouble doing it, so I'm not sure why he did. Either use Shift+Tab or the mouse...)
Me again. Upon reflection, Robert Young had two TV daughters. I think they were played by Elninor Donahue and Lauren Chafin. Or Chapin. Billy Gray played the lone son. Bud. Anyway, Robert Young always called his youngest daughter "princess." Sometimes I called mine "Walnicki." I think that's probably when things started to go bad.
Now I am speaking as a Twizzler enabler. Upon reflection, I think that travelling the way you have done can only be done happily when you are the age that you are and that you should go for the moment. Which it sounds like you did!
At least I know my MOM loves me.
Yes, your dad loves you. And he even likes you. Further, maybe Robert Young was not such a good father. After he stopped selling insurance and became a doctor, his kids never seemed to visit.