we all know how i spent my time in corpus christi. but what you don’t know is that i woke up bright and early on the morning we were scheduled to head north towards tucson, and after spending a solid 36 hours in bed i was ready to do some drivin. and i don’t mean some measly little 700-mile kiddie parade through the texas wastelands to el paso, where any intelligent and exhausted road warrior would rent a room at the motel 6 and call it a day.
no, i’m talking about DRIVING. as in all of the 1020 miles that stretched between corpus christi and tucson, in one day, by myself. (don’t judge me until you find yourself hosting a rotting food event in your lower abdominal region while staying in the home of a kind stranger.) i spent the 36 hours in bed doing two things:
- being sick. i’ll leave the visuals up to your imagination.
- trying to remember any and all space/time travel techniques i might have picked up along the way and forgotten about.
it basically comes down to this: there ain’t no better place to barf than your own bathroom, and i was not going to be stopped by the measly little 320 miles that separated me in el paso, from my bed in tucson. nope, tonight diana’s sleeping in her own bed.
amber and rory buckled up and exchanged terrified glances, but they lived to tell the epic tale of my ” completely badass 98 pound trucker” show-down with the dusty road, and i believe they now know just how serious i am when i say, “i’m serious.”
so what happens when i drive 1020 miles in one day? you don’t get any photographic evidence. my motto for the road: “if it don’t involve peein’, eatin’ or drivin’, you better not be askin’ me to stop.”
but if you really want to get all whiny about it and see some pictures, maybe rory or amber will help you out.
