Saturday, February 26, 2005
Today: Leavin' on a jetBlue
5:47: I'm sitting in jetBlue's terminal 6 (which happens to be my favorite number) waiting to board flight 171 to Sacramento CA. The next days are going to be some of the strangest and most interesting of my life so far. As many of you may all ready know, I'm driving across the country. Flying first to California and then taking precious rout 80 all the way to cleveland, OH where I'll take 90 to Fredonia and then, by way of Rochester, etc, I'll be going to NYC. I can almost guarantee that I'll be nuts for some of the time... but Let me start by giving a day-to-day forecast of what my sanity level will be.
Day one: 2/26: This is fairly simple, since it's nearly done. All I have now to do is survive a 6 hour flight (the longest flight I've ever been on before was 4 hours and I slept the entire time, I think), survive a night out with Greg in Sacramento and then have a good night's sleep--something I desperately need.
Day two: 2/27: San Fransico. We're supposed to *go and hang out in san fransisco because 'matt'sneverdonethatanditwouldbedumbtogotothebayareawithoutgoingtosfforatleastaday' I'm thinking that I'll be kind of dazed because of how early it is. I'm also thinking that Greg will decide he hates my driving and that he's afraid of me in the car. This will be problematic. We will argue about where to eat, what to look at and it will rain. Then we will drive home, make our hotel reservations for SLC, pack his car and sleep.
Day three: 2/28: We wake up and then drive to Reno for brunch. This is simple and we say 'whew, i hope the whole trip is like this." It won't be. We'll hit bad weather outside of Salt lake City and it will keep us on the road way past bedtime. We'll finally get in and collapse in our hotel room.
Day four: 3/1: We wake up refreshed, but haven't got much tim e to look around salt lake city. I'm tired and want to sleep, but I agree to drive the first leg, just because. We have lunch in Laramie WY, which is a lot more boring than we'd ever imagined and then drive (an unending road through nothing FOREVER) to Omaha. This day is the toughest day. I'm not sure we'll actually make things on schedule that day...this is the day that the whole trip is riding on , i think.
Day five: 3/2: Omaha-Iowa City-Chicago. Waking up in Omaha is tough. We're groggy and I hate all showtunes at this point. We can't agree on any music at all and I want to murder him for every thing he says. He feels the same way. We both hate every song we own. Movies, video games and video taping the random NOTHINGNESS we're driving through doesn't bring any comfort. We get to chicago and make ourselves go out because we've agreed to, but we actually hate it and would rather have spent the night sleeping.
Day six: 3/3: Driving from chicago seems like a blessing. To me it's like a homecomming, to Greg, at least it's the right Timezone. We get into fredonia, my family is weird and then we sleep at the Cobb's house. Fun times. I still hate showtunes and Greg is Still unsatisfied with our footage for what he hopes will be the Audition tape to end all audition tapes for Surviver. I Shrug and say 'oh well' a lot--which makes him hit me. I have a lot of small bruises by today.
Day seven: 3/4: Driving from Fredonia to NYC with a slight detour to Rochester is normal. I've done that a million times. As long as the previous days haven't ended my life, this should be a cake-walk. We will have lunch with Sara and Norm...and Greg will decide he hates norm and that Sara is way cool. I will decide that I want to sleep for most of the drive.
So that's the forecast. Let's see how much comes true:)
See you on the flip side!
5:47: I'm sitting in jetBlue's terminal 6 (which happens to be my favorite number) waiting to board flight 171 to Sacramento CA. The next days are going to be some of the strangest and most interesting of my life so far. As many of you may all ready know, I'm driving across the country. Flying first to California and then taking precious rout 80 all the way to cleveland, OH where I'll take 90 to Fredonia and then, by way of Rochester, etc, I'll be going to NYC. I can almost guarantee that I'll be nuts for some of the time... but Let me start by giving a day-to-day forecast of what my sanity level will be.
Day one: 2/26: This is fairly simple, since it's nearly done. All I have now to do is survive a 6 hour flight (the longest flight I've ever been on before was 4 hours and I slept the entire time, I think), survive a night out with Greg in Sacramento and then have a good night's sleep--something I desperately need.
Day two: 2/27: San Fransico. We're supposed to *go and hang out in san fransisco because 'matt'sneverdonethatanditwouldbedumbtogotothebayareawithoutgoingtosfforatleastaday' I'm thinking that I'll be kind of dazed because of how early it is. I'm also thinking that Greg will decide he hates my driving and that he's afraid of me in the car. This will be problematic. We will argue about where to eat, what to look at and it will rain. Then we will drive home, make our hotel reservations for SLC, pack his car and sleep.
Day three: 2/28: We wake up and then drive to Reno for brunch. This is simple and we say 'whew, i hope the whole trip is like this." It won't be. We'll hit bad weather outside of Salt lake City and it will keep us on the road way past bedtime. We'll finally get in and collapse in our hotel room.
Day four: 3/1: We wake up refreshed, but haven't got much tim e to look around salt lake city. I'm tired and want to sleep, but I agree to drive the first leg, just because. We have lunch in Laramie WY, which is a lot more boring than we'd ever imagined and then drive (an unending road through nothing FOREVER) to Omaha. This day is the toughest day. I'm not sure we'll actually make things on schedule that day...this is the day that the whole trip is riding on , i think.
Day five: 3/2: Omaha-Iowa City-Chicago. Waking up in Omaha is tough. We're groggy and I hate all showtunes at this point. We can't agree on any music at all and I want to murder him for every thing he says. He feels the same way. We both hate every song we own. Movies, video games and video taping the random NOTHINGNESS we're driving through doesn't bring any comfort. We get to chicago and make ourselves go out because we've agreed to, but we actually hate it and would rather have spent the night sleeping.
Day six: 3/3: Driving from chicago seems like a blessing. To me it's like a homecomming, to Greg, at least it's the right Timezone. We get into fredonia, my family is weird and then we sleep at the Cobb's house. Fun times. I still hate showtunes and Greg is Still unsatisfied with our footage for what he hopes will be the Audition tape to end all audition tapes for Surviver. I Shrug and say 'oh well' a lot--which makes him hit me. I have a lot of small bruises by today.
Day seven: 3/4: Driving from Fredonia to NYC with a slight detour to Rochester is normal. I've done that a million times. As long as the previous days haven't ended my life, this should be a cake-walk. We will have lunch with Sara and Norm...and Greg will decide he hates norm and that Sara is way cool. I will decide that I want to sleep for most of the drive.
So that's the forecast. Let's see how much comes true:)
See you on the flip side!
