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It was Monday night around 11:30 pm at a local bar called Miss May's with my closest friends Brian, Becca, and Jill. We were currently celebrating the fact that school was cancelled for the entire week due to the impending wrathful hurricane Ivan. Things could get pretty grim in the Big Easy, even if the Hurricane missed us so we were talking about what we should do. I'm not sure who said it would be fun if we went on a road trip but I remarked that I had a friend named Tommy in San Francisco. It might have been the alcohol, but we simultaneously came to the conclusion that we should get as far away from the hurricane as possible and drive to the Bay city.
At 1 0'clock am we were heading out in Brian's '94 apple red BMW convertible. All we had were a few backpacks of clothes, a handle of Bourbon, a bottle of Bombay Saphire, a twelve pack of Rolling Rock, two cartons of Marlboro Lights, and a half-ounce of you-know-what (I hardly ever smoke but my friends certainly can't say the same). It was 2300 miles to San Francisco. This was going to be fun.
I had a terrific time barreling down the desert highway. Although If I never hear Warren Zevon's "Werewolf in London," it will be too soon. All I will say about Texas is that it is flat. And empty. And the road from Amarillo, TX to Bakersfield, CA (app. 1000 miles) is the loneliest stretch of highway I have ever seen. Nothing too much happened out there. Except we narrowly escape an anonymous roadhouse full of very unfriendly, very drunk locals in New Mexico.
Bizarrely enough in Barstow, CA we picked up a (painfully cute) hitchhiker named Sara. She needed a ride to Santa Barbara. Brian and I made the executive decision to make a detour (coupled with my still unanswered calls to SF). Needless to say it was the right decision. She happened to live in this very posh place by the ocean. We spend the day and a night soaking up one of the most beautiful places on the west coast. The next morning I get a call from Tommy asking me whats taking so long. Exsaperated, we drive up the coast. We blew a tire about 10 miles from the city. We travelled across america and the sucker goes out in the home stretch. Well, you know what they say, if at least one tire doesn't blow out, then you haven't gone far enough!
San Francisco - what can I say, much like New Orleans, it is a very unique city. We spend our time there being lead by Tommy around the city like bewildered children, drunk on the sights. That night we get scalped tickets to the Beatie Boys who, although I usually don't like them very much (especially the way they try to jam their politics down my throat) but have a blast anyway. We stayed in SF through Friday night carousing bars and hopping around Chinatown.
I must have blacked out sometime friday night because I woke up without my shirt on and only one shoe, on the road back home with the distinct feeling that someone tapped danced on my head (bad hang over). It was a straight shot back to New Orleans at 36 hours. I got back today at noon when Brian dropped Becca and I off at my place. My mind has been evicerated and I am quite delerious from a day and a half of fitful car sleep, way too much caffeine and far too many cigarrettes. I also managed to read along the way an excellent biographry on Queen Elizabeth I called "Struggle for the Throne."
Funny thing is, the Hurricane completely missed New Orleans. It didn't even rain...talk about premature "evacuation!" Hahahaha. I kill myself.
That was my trip but how about anyone else? Anyone else go on poorly planned excursions that turned out to be some of the greatest times yyou've had? I am not sure about other countries, but its sort of a tradition for Americans to go on road trips.
â€œCry â€˜Havocâ€™ and let slip the dogs of war!â€? - Julius Caesar, Act III, Scene I
Heh, I actually just drove from the other direction myself. I started out in San Jose California and drove all the way San Angelo Texas. You're definitely right, there aint squat out here. Nothing. Nada.
San Francisco? I hate that town. It's one of the most poorly planned cities in America. I drove in and I couldn't wait to drive back out the moment I got there. Alcatraz was ok though.
Woot, I need to hang out with you guys! I love Roadtrips! And Hitchhikers are cool, as long as they pay :lol: j/k
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