Thursday, July 5, 2007

Sedona = Sedated Donna

Last weekend's trip to Arizona was exactly what I needed--something low-key and relaxing after being at work for 80 hours a week.

I was, however, quite shocked when Donna--normally quite the rager--was also low-key. I mean, really, she only had ONE DRINK the entire time we were there. And she was in bed by 10 each night. Where did my sister go??

To be fair, there's nothing really to do in Sedona. At all. It's quite like New Mexico: Quite pretty, but ultimately pointless in that there's nothing to do except look at things. It closes promptly at 9PM. Once the sun goes down, and there's nothing to look at--everyone just passes out from boredom.

Arizona: It's tough being pretty. But easy to be BORING!

On Saturday, Donna drove us up to the Grand Canyon. On our way up, we stopped by a little coffee shop for some midday snacks and a pick-me-up. After our snacks, we wandered back to the car where Donna said, "Holy crap, it's 4 O'clock." Which means we would have been in the coffee shop for over an hour, which we clearly weren't.

We got back in the car, and her phone then told us it was 3 again. But mine said 4. Obviously, I wasn't going to let my trip to the future go to waste. I mean...what power I had! I was an hour into the future!!!! A few quick checks around made me realize that the future pretty much sucks in Arizona. After a few minutes, I was returned to my home time and regaled Donna with Tales From the Future! She ignored me.

Once we got to the Grand Canyon, I was really blown away by how amazing it is. Pictures don't do it justice--but here are some anyway.

"Look! It's Nothing!"

Being completely terrified of heights, however, made the whole experience a little stressful. I was convinced a stiff wind would knock me to my death. Either way, I already knew that an hour from then, I would still be it helped me relax a bit.

On Sunday, it was time to return home. Donna and I hopped in the car, had some breakfast and we were on our way. After a brief stop at (another) Cracker Barrel for food (and a Best Buy trying to find a Wii...) we continued on our way.

As night fell, Donna's car began to run low on gas. Her little low-gas indicator popped on and she remarked that it was cute. A feeling of dread began to fill me.

After driving a few miles, we passed a border inspection post (which was closed) and found an exit with a blue sign indicating gas and lodging. These signs are important for the road-weary traveler. But only if they are accurate.

We pull off the road and are instantly immersed in darkness. We passed a truck parked on the side of the road, where four young toughs were hanging out, drinking. I thought I heard one of them shout, "It's Rapin' Time!" as we drove by, but for some reason, Donna didn't hear it. As we drove deeper into the town, I was convinced that we were about to be murdered Texas Chainsaw/Hills Have Eyes style. The further we went into the town, the emptier the town became, much like our gas tank. So we turned around, drove past the rapists again and headed back to the freeway.

We drove another ten miles before hitting an exit for an Indian Casino. Once we got off the freeway for the second time, we drove another two miles to the casino area....and kept driving until we passed the casino--where we found no gas station. Again.

Luckily, we pulled up next to a cop who was parked along the side of the road. I rolled down the window and had the following exchange with him:

Me: Hello! Can you tell me where there's a gas station?
Helpful Officer: (pointing to the direction we just came from) Back that way.
Me: Oh. . .
(A car is pulling up behind us now, and we are blocking the road. Donna begins a slow roll away. . .)
Donna: "Is it on this road??"
Helpful Officer: "Oh. Uhh... No."

I roll my eyes and at this point begin to swear under my breath. Donna pulls off to the shoulder and I get out to have a more in-depth conversation with the Least Helpful Officer on the planet.

I approach his car slowly, for he is armed and clearly slow.

Me: "Where, exactly, is this gas station?"
Him: " did you get here?'


I didn't want to get shot, so I said, "Uhh....the freeway." Because how the F else is anyone getting there?

He told me we had to GET BACK ON THE FREEWAY and head to the next exit.

I get back in the car and tell Donna the bad news. Donna said we weren't going to make it. But we forged on anyway.

Getting back on the freeway, we had another four or five miles to go before the next exit. She turned on the flashers and I turned off the radio. We had limited resources, and had to conserve. She began to just coast down the hill on the 8.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, we reached the gas station, where we were able to waz, fill up, and clean the gross windows.

I hate the 8.

As soon as we got back on the road, Donna muttered, "I wonder if we could have made it."


The rest of the car ride to SD was uneventful...and my lonely, late drive to LA was annoying, as part of the freeway was closed.


I am now back at the poopenanny that is work.

OFcourseIam. . .

Sunday, July 1, 2007

Day 4: Sedona, AZ to San Diego, CA

Mile 747.0: Leaving Sedona. Already lost.

Mile 758.9: Hi, we almost died.

Mile 770.6: Construction and traffic. On a Sunday. In two thousand degree heat. BULL. SHIT.

Mile 815.4: Donna's ears pop. All over Jeff.

Mile 856.6: Getting off Freeway for Lunch break at Cracker Barrel. Ofcourseweare. Pitstop at Best Buy to check for Wii. No such luck.

Mile 858.3: Bell road. Jeff shouts, "Don't ring that bell!"

Mile 884.0: Donna and Jeff see a GIANT BABY in a field. Jeff nearly has a poopenanny in his pants at the very sight of it. He is too stunned to even take a photo of it, and nearly bursts into tears.

Mile 933.7: Hating the 8 all over again.

Mile 934.1: Only 290 more miles till San Diego! And then another 110 miles that Jeff has to drive to LA so he can work in the morning. Suicide is looking better and better. . .

Mile 998.0: Debbie sends cryptic text: "Bring me the cat's ass."

Mile 1000.0: We're in the middle of nowhere!

Mile 1030: Stop at A&W Root Beer stand and Dairy Queen, because Jeff and Donna need to be fat.

Mile 1051: Back in California! And we're still never getting home.

Mile 1088: The setting sun burns our retinas. Donna hatches some sort of scheme to block out the sun. Jeff is unsure of what this scheme is, and it goes unnoted.

Mile 1122.9: We're at sea level.

Mile 1176.7: We're at pee level!

Mile 1177.3: Now we're at E level! Hi, the little gas indicator has come on! Donna calls it "cute."

Mile 1179.1: The exit we got off on has no gas, despite the blue sign saying there was. Jeff and Donna nearly get raped and turn around.

Mile 1183.9: It's dark and we might be fucked as we can't find a gas station anywhere along the Hate Freeway.

Mile 1188.9: Five Miles till next exit. We hope it has gas.

Mile 1193.5: Exit at an Indian Casino! Hi, they're sure to have gas!

Mile 1195.2: Ohmygod, there isn't a gas station. We drove through the whole freakin town!!!

Mile 1195.9: Nonhelpful cop tells us to turn around and go back the way we came...saying there is gas at the NEXT EXIT DOWN. We head back to the freeway. Beyond e.

Mile 1199.8: Convinced we won't make it....Donna turns the flashers on.

Mile 1200.0: Donna talks about pulling over and having AAA come and get us so we don't ruin her engine by running out of gas. Jeff tells her she's insane. He turns off the radio to make sure nothing extraneous is running.

Mile 1201.0: Against all odds, we make it to the Chevron and fill it up! And empty it out because we were still at Pee level.

Mile 1202.0: 28 Miles to go. Donna: "I wonder if we could have made it." Jeff tries to slap her.

Mile 1205.0: Donna christens her car "The Champ."

Mile 1213.8: Traffic at 9:38PM on a Sunday? REALLY????

Mile 1228.9: Back at Donna's place! It's a billion o'clock.

Day 3: The Grand Canyon (To and Fro)

Mile 488.6: We're on our way!

Mile 507.1: Hi, we're at 6,000 Feet!

Mile 533.7: Welcome to Flagstaff. Home of some random stuff.

Mile 535: 7,000 Feet! WEE!

Mile 537.8: We see a sign for LA. Yo, we still ain't even going there.

Mile 538.1: Donna utters the phrase, "What is that noise? Is that an airplane or my car?" Jeff trembles and misses the Turquoise Bullet.

Mile 539.2: Bun Huggers = hot!

Mile 540.7: 76 Miles to the Grand Canyon! Jeff wonders if we'll be driving up the giant mountain in front of us. Suddenly, he doesn't miss the Bullet as much.

Mile 541.9: The term is actually "White-HOT trash" in Arizona. . . know, because it's veryhot. Ahem, how's it goin?

Mile 546.9: Jeff and Donna get stuck behind a Poopenanny truck.

Mile 552.8: Ohmygod, 8,000 Feet! Or, in Donna's world: "We're 8000 miles up! Or whatever."

Mile 588.7: It smells like a Poopenanny.

Mile 610.5: Donna puts her arm in the sun. It immediately begins to smolder.

Mile 612.9: Waz break in the Time Zone Vortex.

Mile 621.5: Lost inside of the Grand Canyon park. We nearly drive into it.

Mile 650: Wooo! 650 Miles!

ON THE WAY BACK TO SEDONA. . .it's pretty much the same thing...except:

Mile 718.3: We wind up on the Scenic Road of Death!

Click on this one, cuz it's kinda cool!