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Published: August 5th 2006
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ROAD TRIP The car ride from Lubbock to Los Angeles was pretty standard to say the least, although there were a few surprises and adventures along the way. We left town at about midnight on Saturday night, after a badass and filling dinner at Texas Roadhouse for Jacky's birthday. Leaving at midnight to drive to Cali probably sounds like a shitty idea, but I had about 40 mg of Adderall to back me up. And back me up it did. The shit hit me almost immediately, and all of a sudden I felt really good and the drive seemed much more pleasant than it did before. Listening to good jams and driving with the window down while wired on Adderall really is as kickass as it sounds, trust me. The only problem was, I felt as though I was night blind, because it was hard to read the road signs from a distance in the dark; I've never had that problem before. I don't know if it was the adderall, or the fact that I've worn the same contacts for a few months in a row, but my eyes were seriously fucked. We were in the middle of fucking New Mexico, and I must have missed a turn, because we ended up lost in the middle of some Indian reservation. Danny and I finally figured out what went wrong, and figured out a way to get back on the right track, which was to cost us a total of an hour and a half, which is no big deal, right? It's a roadtrip, this shit happens, it's funny, it's all good. The only problem was, we were running out of gas, and there were no gas stations in sight. Now, I don't know any Native Americans. And I'm sure they're very nice people. But fuck, build a gas station every now and then, will ya? We seriously drove for two and a half hours and didn't see one gas station in their godforsaken reservations. We were on empty, and fortunately made it to Albuquerque. I shit you not-and if you know me, I'm not one to exaggerate-we pulled into the gas station running on fumes. So, no thanks to me, we made it to a gas station, even if it WAS in the middle of shittiest-town-in-America-nominee Albuquerque, New Mexico. Albuquerque fucking sucks, man.
GRAND CANYON After that whole ordeal, the drive was pretty smooth sailing, even though I drank one of every energy drink available (Full Throttle Furys are still the ones that get me going the best) and all of my adderall. In Arizona, we came to the concensus that driving the three hours out of the way to get to the Grand Canyon was totally worth it, so we did it...and it totally was. I haven't been there in many years, and it was fucking totally sweet to see again with my own eyes. We took some great pics, Danny and Jacky got to see it for the first time in their lives, Selena and I got to reindulge in the awesomeness, and we all got tans. Fucking sweet. The restaurant we stopped at on the way out was hilarious as well. It seemed like a little diner place, so we figured, "What the hell". The menu looked like it was written by a retarded restauranteur; it was divided up into 4 sections: burgers, a quesadilla dish, expensive-as-shit salads, and $20 dollar prime ribs. It was absolutely hilarious. I was hungry, and was tempted to get a steak just for the fuck of it, but Danny talked some sense into me. That was probably the highlight of the Grand Canyon trip.
STAY AWAKE! After a couple hours back on the road again, I started getting sleepy. Normally, on a long drive, I can keep myself occupied, at least well enough, to be able to make it. I had been doing that for something like 16 hours, so I was getting to the point where, mentally, I needed something to keep me going, otherwise, good night. At one point, probably the worst part of the drive, I was literally biting my tongue to try and stay awake; I had been pretty stubborn about trying to make it the whole way on my own, but at this point, I didn’t want to do something stupid, like fall asleep at the wheel and fucking kill everybody. Glancing around, Selena was the only one awake, so I called her name… no response. I called it again, and she still didn’t respond. I realized that she was asleep, but with her eyes open, to where it looked like she was just sitting there, looking at the back of my seat. It was hilarious and creepy at the same time; that was enough to wake me up a bit. Selena, if you’re reading this, close your eyes when you sleep, dude! After that incident though, I started getting sleepy again; I don’t remember about 45 minutes of the drive, because I was slipping in and out of consciousness; I finally said “fuck it” and pulled into a gas station; we needed more gas anyway. When we got there, I remembered that I still had half an adderall left for emergencies; it seemed like a good time to take it. After that, the world was my oyster.
The drive at the end of Arizona was beautiful; winding roads through valleys and mountains, with the sun peeking out every so often from behind the rain clouds. It was nice, because I was hauling all kinds of ass, going 90 the whole time, and I was getting passed up left and right. I felt like a grandma, driving all slow and getting passed, but fuck it, I wasn’t about to get pulled over going 30 over the speed limit. Plus, it’s hard to enjoy the view when you’re going 105.
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Sel"isleepwithmyeyesopen"ena
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HAHAHAHA
So, you are not the first person to catch me in the act of sleeping with my eyes open, nor will you be the last haha. Sorry for freakin you out!! I cried bc i was laughing so hard when i read that part....so so funny, bizarre, but funny!