Driving Home from Philly
We went to Philly last weekend for my husband's job interview, but we only stayed for one night.
I only went because I wanted to check out the city. Instead I sat in the hotel room the whole time and then he wanted to leave right after his interview was over. He said the drive was going to take about 5 or 6 hours, but he underestimated it by about 3 hours. An 8-9 hour drive, twice in two days is enough to drive you batshit. I demanded that I drive the last 200 miles home because I couldn't take just sitting there doing nothing one minute longer. Thank goodness I brought along my favorite CD's, because I am the queen of car karaoke. I know all the songs by heart and sang for so long that my voice got hoarse and I couldn't talk right. It was something to do to ease the boredom.
At one point, my husband fell asleep while I was driving and I slipped into a daydream. I must have driven for 50 miles on auto-pilot because when I came up to a familiar road sign I snapped out of it, and couldn't remember passing any towns before that. What happened during the past 50 miles? Was I passing cars? Was I driving the speed limit? So I nudged him awake and he put on some early Judas Priest. Wow, Judas Priest. That brings back a lot of old memories of my rocker chick days from the 80's.
At that point we just got silly and giddy from being both brain-dead tired and jacked up on caffeine at the same time. We were singing out loud to Victim of Changes when I pulled into a convenience store lot. The song wasn't over and we were still blasting the music and singing as loud as we could. He was grabbing his balls pretending he had to do that to reach those Rob Halford high notes. Then we became aware that people were walking in and out of the store looking at us--a 30-something couple, way too old to be rocking out and we cracked up laughing.
After sitting in a car for that long, I guess anything becomes fun.
