Abbey
Spork Queen
After an interesting 4 1/2 hour Greyhound trip, trying to get some fresh air on a 2 hour layover outside the connecting terminal and having 2 old guys offer me some crack... (I declined saying I was trying to cut back). I politely declined saying I needed to do a drug test. Sorry guys. Then I quietly grabbed my bag using the excuse I needed to use the ladies room. RUN, ABBEY...RUN!!!
Quick nights sleep in Madison for a 10 hour drive back home. I get up at 3am to find out I have 'the monthly.' Great...just great. We leave at 4am and we're about an hour out of Madison and my tummy is feeling not so well. I've always suffered from car sickness and the combo of having the period was not good.
Now I'm riding with two guys who have never married. I keep my mouth shut hoping it will go away. We stopped at some microscopic town in Minnesota for lunch. Eating was the LAST thing on my mind, but I managed to eat half a small taco. Back on the road.
We're about 30 minutes into the middle of nowhere and I'm realizing this is not going to well. I had a thunderstorm in my belly. We're going 80mph in the middle of the Midwest and I recognized sadly too late that I was going to hurl. I put my hand over my mouth and completely hurled all over myself and the passenger seat. I have effectively traumatized these guys for the rest of their lives.
We pull over at the next exit, which in that part of the country could be a good 30 minutes away and I peel myself out of the chair. Now, some people are proud of weird things...a good f+art (guys), but when I puke, it's impressive. They're freaking out. They were grossed out as well, as was I. There is the one guy who is FRANTICALLY searching every crevice of the car for a napkin....anything! Well, the other guy realizes he brought a special roll of his toilet paper in his bag. Special roll? I'm covered in vomit and he's got a special roll with aloe. I'm in stitches laughing as they can't even look me in the eye, yet he remembered the special paper.
So, out on some county road, cleaned up with the nice aloe paper and said, "Guys...I've got to change clothes." Hadn't seen a car for a long time. They turn their back, I undress and put on a clean pair of clothes. As my great timing would have it, I'm down to undies and some old farmer drives by!! He just gave a wave and went on.
They're driving with the windows down...I'm trying to somehow hide my wreaking clothes, yikes. I said, "Ummm...did I think to mention that I have car sickness?" Oh, great, Deb. NOW you tell us. Then we start to discuss the proper procedures for puking in a car. One says pull over. Not so easy to happen when you're clipping along. The other says roll down the window. Hey 10 or more hours in a car provides great discussion. Well, that might work in SD when it freezes almost immediately as it happens, but dude...it's 95. That crud is going to fly right back at you as you're in the backseat and there is a very gusty storm going through. Want that?
Please keep the windows up.
Finally get to my son's house. I'm still pretty green at this point. Basically I just dropped on the couch. We all chat for a few minutes and then that feeling comes back. Where's your bathroom? Oh, it's downstairs. There are 4 bedrooms, a bathroom and a laundry room. I'm desperately searching for the bathroom. Of course it's the last door. I'm running.
On a positive note, it was wonderful seeing my oldest son. It's been years. He's such a cool kid. "Mom, I've got the couch, but don't use this blanket as...well, it's not nice." We chatted for a few hours and now I'm at that point where I'm tired beyond bed and made the wise decision to watch some comedian who was too funny for words.
On a negative note, now I have 2 guys who are rethinking of me riding back to WI in a few days. Nada... I told them if they left me here I'd hunt them down.
Skipped the initial get-together tonight. Didn't want to hurl in front of 100 other classmates, but the festivities begin tomorrow.
Oh, my.
Wish me well on my reunion, and Starbie...have a SPECTACULAR day tomorrow.
Abbey
Quick nights sleep in Madison for a 10 hour drive back home. I get up at 3am to find out I have 'the monthly.' Great...just great. We leave at 4am and we're about an hour out of Madison and my tummy is feeling not so well. I've always suffered from car sickness and the combo of having the period was not good.
Now I'm riding with two guys who have never married. I keep my mouth shut hoping it will go away. We stopped at some microscopic town in Minnesota for lunch. Eating was the LAST thing on my mind, but I managed to eat half a small taco. Back on the road.
We're about 30 minutes into the middle of nowhere and I'm realizing this is not going to well. I had a thunderstorm in my belly. We're going 80mph in the middle of the Midwest and I recognized sadly too late that I was going to hurl. I put my hand over my mouth and completely hurled all over myself and the passenger seat. I have effectively traumatized these guys for the rest of their lives.
We pull over at the next exit, which in that part of the country could be a good 30 minutes away and I peel myself out of the chair. Now, some people are proud of weird things...a good f+art (guys), but when I puke, it's impressive. They're freaking out. They were grossed out as well, as was I. There is the one guy who is FRANTICALLY searching every crevice of the car for a napkin....anything! Well, the other guy realizes he brought a special roll of his toilet paper in his bag. Special roll? I'm covered in vomit and he's got a special roll with aloe. I'm in stitches laughing as they can't even look me in the eye, yet he remembered the special paper.
So, out on some county road, cleaned up with the nice aloe paper and said, "Guys...I've got to change clothes." Hadn't seen a car for a long time. They turn their back, I undress and put on a clean pair of clothes. As my great timing would have it, I'm down to undies and some old farmer drives by!! He just gave a wave and went on.
They're driving with the windows down...I'm trying to somehow hide my wreaking clothes, yikes. I said, "Ummm...did I think to mention that I have car sickness?" Oh, great, Deb. NOW you tell us. Then we start to discuss the proper procedures for puking in a car. One says pull over. Not so easy to happen when you're clipping along. The other says roll down the window. Hey 10 or more hours in a car provides great discussion. Well, that might work in SD when it freezes almost immediately as it happens, but dude...it's 95. That crud is going to fly right back at you as you're in the backseat and there is a very gusty storm going through. Want that?
Please keep the windows up.
Finally get to my son's house. I'm still pretty green at this point. Basically I just dropped on the couch. We all chat for a few minutes and then that feeling comes back. Where's your bathroom? Oh, it's downstairs. There are 4 bedrooms, a bathroom and a laundry room. I'm desperately searching for the bathroom. Of course it's the last door. I'm running.
On a positive note, it was wonderful seeing my oldest son. It's been years. He's such a cool kid. "Mom, I've got the couch, but don't use this blanket as...well, it's not nice." We chatted for a few hours and now I'm at that point where I'm tired beyond bed and made the wise decision to watch some comedian who was too funny for words.
On a negative note, now I have 2 guys who are rethinking of me riding back to WI in a few days. Nada... I told them if they left me here I'd hunt them down.
Skipped the initial get-together tonight. Didn't want to hurl in front of 100 other classmates, but the festivities begin tomorrow.
Oh, my.
Wish me well on my reunion, and Starbie...have a SPECTACULAR day tomorrow.
Abbey