There Will Be No Parking in the Rear

Friday, March 19, 2010
Travel log: Trip to Rising Sun, Indiana

Special note: No computer will be available. Any updates will be issued via Facebook and Twitter
Can you believe it - my parents don't have a computer? Thank goodness, otherwise I'd have to stop blogging.

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Sophia and I are making this drive on Friday. You can track us via the wonders of GPS and some left over vajazzling rhinestones that we've attached to Roxanne's roof. The sun is supposed to be out so that little white car should be easy to pick out as it sparkles its way up I75.

The drive should be fine, but I hope that Sophia sleeps some because if I have to listen to 20 on 20 on XM, I may stroke out. I mean, I love Lady Gaga, but after hearing Bad Romance for the sixth or seventh time, even I will need a shot of Led Zeppelin as an antidote.

Anyway, the trip should take us about seven hours, half of which we will probably spend talking about the food we'll eat when we get there (Hello, Skyline Chili!). Before we go to Rising Sun, we're going to make a little side trip to Corydon, Indiana for some Butt Drugs.

Since Sophie has never seen a real soda fountain/lunch counter before, I thought this would make a great bit of Americana to show her. Even after all these years, I can remember drinking Sprite through a paper straw at the little drugstore on Main Street.

On Saturday, I'll be getting sloppy drunk with my family. Okay, that's a lie. I'll be getting sloppy drunk and falling down and embarrassing my parents. They'll be standing around trying not to notice. Their folded arms and red faces will be a dead giveaway, though.

More lies. My parents are teetotalers of the highest order. There won't be a drop of the good stuff within a mile of the community center where this gala is being held. Well, except for the trailer park that sits about two hundred yards from the fairgrounds where all this celebratin' is taking place. Even now, I remember drinking Jack Daniels straight from a bottle at a New Year's Eve Party 1980 at that trailer park....

But enough about my distant and whiskey-soaked memories. I just wanted to tell you that I'll be back on Monday or so. Depending on what goes on at this shindig, you know how it is. Once the Rook cards come out and everyone is lit up on lime sherbet punch, you never know what kind of crazy might happen.

Have a great weekend,

Lisa