In Memory of a Road Trip

Wednesday, July 02, 2008


This picture is circa 2006 taken with my college roommate, Heather, a few weeks before we graduated from the University of Georgia. We had plans for Heather to fly into DC and road trip down to Myrtle Beach together for a bachelorette weekend, but sadly she was in a car accident on the way to the airport and missed her flight. She couldn't re-book and I was left to drive south all by my lonesome. We missed out on hours of conversation, wise council, and harmonized duets. So, this picture is in memory of the college roomies road trip that never was... Here's to you, lady.

In an effort to look on the bright side of life, I decided I had to come up with the positives of driving alone for endless hours. Some of my favorite memories from college were the drives home along Highway 15, but now that I'm married, solo road trips aren't happening much anymore... So, apart from the solitude and time for introspection, here are the top three things that make a solo road trip great:

1. Being able to sing at the top of your lungs uninterupted and without embarressment, no matter how bad the pitch. (But don't you think every once in awhile, "How many people are catching a glimpse of me?")

2. Being able to yell (also at the top of your lungs) "GET OUT OF THE LEFT LANE!!!" without anyone (anyone being my husband) telling you you should be more patient. I mean really...I should put a sign in my passenger window that says "Slow traffic keep right." Drives me nuts.

3. Not having to pick music that everyone equally enjoys, even if it's your favorite CD from fifth grade. That's right, pull out that Ace of Base or Amy Grant CD and turn it up full blast, baby.

The downside of a solo road trip? When you drive 330 miles and delay all bathroom breaks until you see that glorious red and white Chick-Fil-A logo on the interstate sign, only to round the exit getting back on the interstate and have your ketchup covered waffle fries fly all over the floorboard of your car and the leg of your jeans. If only someone had been there to catch them... Didn't stop me from eating every one of those suckers straight off the floor, though. Carpet fuzzies and all.

All said and done, I enjoyed myself, but I'd have rather had you with me, Heather!

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