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October 25, 2004
The Weekend...
It was a good weekend. Good? Might I say Great? Dare I even say... The Best? Yes, I dare. Why, you ask? Well, let me tell you. I got to spend the weekend with a very very wonderful person. His name is Robin. This would be the first time I have actually mentioned him by name. I have, of course, alluded to him many times, but I think it's about time to get his name out there. :)
On Friday, after spending the day on Thursday at the Third Day show, getting the band shuttled around so they could play for the Presidential rally, and being at the Giant Center until 1am, I got up at 7, and hopped in my little Saturn Ion, grabbed a giant sized coffee, and 4 pints of Diet Green Tea, and started on my supposed seven hour trek to High Point, North Carolina. Here begins the journey. I'm buzzing along, making GREAT time, when at mile 176 on I-81 in Virginia, traffic stops dead. Oh, dear, I think... this can't be good. (This, of course, is the G-rated version for my friends and relatives who might be offended by what may have actually went through my head at this time.) So, traffic begins inching along, and I slowly pass mile marker 175, the Natural Bridge exit. Little do I know that this is the last exit for 8 miles. Shortly after passing the exit, traffic stops dead again. I make some phone calls. One to my parents, to see if they can investigate the cause of this horrendous traffic, one to Robin, to tell him I may never get to his house. So, the parents call back. There's an accident, they say. Mile marker 168. Really? I say. There isn't another exit between 175 and 168. Well, they say, the highway is supposed to be closed until 5 o'clock. Oh, my. I say. (Ok, not quite what I said, but I'm keeping it simple, here.) At this point, I've talked to Robin about every half hour to an hour with updates on my progress, which has been about one mile an hour. It's only about 3 o'clock, that's two hours until the projected opening of the highway. Robin is on-line, giving me reports on the accident and trying to find me a way around it. As I finally start inching closer to mile marker 168, things start to move a little better, and Praise the Lord! they have opened one lane. I finally get to move on. So, what should have taken 7 hours to accomplish, took ten. I arrive in High Point, North Carolina, to finally spend time with the best guy in the whole world, at 7pm on Friday.
From there, it was really just a great, GREAT weekend. Just spending time together was more than I could have asked for. God has really blessed me with a wonderful person. Sadly, I had to leave to come home on Sunday. It was a MUCH too short visit. Sunday morning, at 10am-ish, I had to climb into my little car (much less enthusiastically, this time), and leave High Point, North Carolina, knowing I will be returning in three weeks made it a little easier, but I still didn't want to go. Not at all! So, I leave. Make a very much needed stop at Starbucks. (They have TWO in High Point!) Buy a Venti Skim Vanilla Latte, and two Doubleshots for the road. I'm on my way...
Did you know that there was a Nascar race in Martinsville, Virginia on Sunday? Did you know that Martinsville is on Route 220 in Virginia? Did you know that the route that I travel on to get from North Carolina through Virginia is Route 220? Do you know how much traffic is generated from a NASCAR RACE?! Good grief! So, I discovered the beauty of the back roads of Virginia on a lovely, grey, misty Sunday morning. I just couldn't sit through another three hours of traffic! So, I took an hour detour. Not bad. There were people selling t-shirts, earplugs, rain ponchos... whatever! All through the lines of traffic. I just couldn't take it. So, after 8 hours, I finally made it home. I didn't want to be home. I would still much rather be in North Carolina. Three weeks... just three weeks...
Posted by karen at October 25, 2004 02:59 PM
Comments
What is it with your road trips and traffic? I wonder if it has anything to do with the cloaking device on your car? That has to be it.
Birds are chirping and rainbows are forming in Suite 1602.
Posted by: stacey at October 25, 2004 03:44 PM