As most of you know, Nichole and I drove to DC last Thursday night, but not until we put in a full day of work, packed a UHaul, dropped Yawkey off at the Doggie Cottage, took part in a fantasy baseball draft and played a soccer game. We finally left Portland at about 11:00 PM, and started down the highway for Vienna, VA, just the other side of Washington DC. This is typically about a 9-10 hour drive, and we figured doing the night shift would help us avoid traffic as we went through places such as NYC and Baltimore. However, nothing works out as planned it seems.
Got off to a great start, cutting through the fog. We made a couple of stops along the way to stock up on coffee, water and Red Bulls, as we intended to make the entire trip in the upright position, not hunched over sleeping. We watched a few movies, listened to some tunes, and laughed most of the way down. Then came Jersey...
Somehow, somewhere along the way, there was a turnoff to continue heading south on 95, but we both missed the sign. I had a feeling something wasn't right, and finally we pulled over to get gas and squirt, and when I asked the gas attendant where 95 was, he led us down a couple of roads, nearly 40 miles in total, back to the correct route. Shortly after all this, my voice started to squeak a bit, and then left me completely. Not sure what the heck happened, but I've sounded like a truck driver and a young lad hitting puberty. Either way, it has not been fun, and has given me another reason to hate New Jersey, as it is totally Jersey's fault!
Once back on the right path, we continued our way down the east coast, traveling through Deleware (for about 20 minutes) and into Maryland, where is started to rain extremely hard. Traffic moved slowly up to Baltimore, as knuckleheads didn't know how to drive in rain, and there was a lot of construction. Baltimore on to Vienna was a smooth ride, hitting traffic, but never slowing down too much, which was great. Rolled into Brandon's place around 11:00 AM, making it a twelve hour trip. Took much longer than expected, but was a great trip, and had an absolute blast driving down with Nichole, who I still can't believe she stayed awake the entire trip!
About Me
- Mark
- I've always wondered if people actually read this stuff. I never do when I'm on other pages. Well, in case, for some strange reason, you find it necessary, I'll give you a little knowledge. I was born in The County. For those of you who don't konw better, that would be Aroostook County. For those of you who do, your jokes won't work on me, they are lame. I'm the son of an investment banker that squandered his every penny on tuna fish sandwiches in the late 80's, and my mother was the lead singer for the Bangles. Neither of those is true, but again, I'm convinced nobody is reading this anyways. I met my wife at a carnival, and we were married by the bearded lady in front of the entire clown brigade. I have a daughter who is training for the 2012 Olympics where she will compete in the Triple Jump and Javelin. We live in a nice little shanty in the woods and are hoping to one day have running water. Any questions?
