So I had a Grand Adventure this weekend

The roadtrip to vist Brandon was absolutely brilliant, but the drive to Atlanta certainly didn't go off 'without a hitch'. In fact, it went off with a rather major hitch.

So, I got off work at 6, went back, threw a bag together, showered, and we were on the way by 7. So, for the beginning it was all well and good, [happiness and light, as Brandon would say] and we were making good time, etc. And then. Well. I suppose it first needs to be explained that I've been driving dad's car, a Honda, because he took pity on me driving my bug whose AC had died. The thing about the Honda is its suspension is blown, the shocks are pretty much gone, and it has a funny little shaking thing it does between 55 and 60 mph. Fun, huh? We basically do a dolphin thing over every bump, and I-16 isn't so very smooth.

Also, wtf, I-16? You go from Macon to Savannah, THAT IS IT. Like, 200 miles, no state borders crossed, how did you end up an interstate? Insanity. Also? Get that awful ridged surface fixed. Roads should never be ribbed for pleasure, it doesn't work that way.

Back on topic. We're driving along, just past Dublin, GA, when the entire car starts SHAKING LIKE MAD. Um, hello? No good? So I, being the sensible person I am, pull over RIGHT THEN AND THERE, THANKS, check for obvious problems [flat/very low tires], find nothing, and decide maybe it was a particularly bad patch of road. We [me'n Jamie] get back in the car, rttled, and try it again. SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE and not like the song! So, stopping again, looking again, completely perplexed, call dad. Best option in times like these, always. He said the back right tire was prolly low and it tends to shake when that happens. I check. Yep, low. I was going to top it off when I stopped for gas. Tcha. So we stop at the very next exit, crawling along the interstate at a whopping shaky 40 mph, whee. And guess what? not a single gas station in sight. Just churches. Three of them. All like, right next to eachother. So we pull into the biggest one and call Jamie's mum and step-dad because they live not 15 minutes from the crazy place of many churches, hurrah. So they bring a portable air compressor [SO MUCH LOVE], we fill it up, and try again.

We get to all of 30 mph or so before the crazy Shaking Madness begins again. So we turn around and go back to the church yard, have a bonding moment or three sitting on the curb as I'm freaking out cause dad said it SOUNDED like the tire was FALLING APART when I called him driving back and waiting for them to come back, which they do. His step dad gets in, drives it like, halfway around the little circle, backs up, gets out, and peers under the front of the car with a flashlight [it's like, 10:00 or something? I dunno.].

He calls us over and the problem becomes obvious, front right tire is ABOUT TO BLOW. The wires are all poking out and shit and it's like OMGWTF. And then then then, we go to put the donut tire on, and we don't have a tire iron. Nice, that. =/ he finds one in his car though eventually, so all is okay. We change the tire and REtire to jamie's house [har har] because, driving to Atlanta on a donut in the middle of the night on a Donut? So not happening, kthxbai.

So what the hell, I get to see Jamie's house. It's really cute, just outside Dublin, GA. But it was like, hi, awkward because I'm staying the night at my best gay friend's house, and he is totally closeted to his parents. Ahaha.ha.ha.ha. I can only imagine the things they must be thinking. Imagine and be AMUSED by. As it is, I was invited to a -family dinner- with them on the way back [but we were running behind and didn't stop in].

At any rate though, Jamie's step-dad is tre useful for A- figuring out what's wrong and B- talking somone into opening shop to get me a new tire on a SUNDAY. I can forgive the Jesus fish on his car for that. *nods* So Sunday morning I got a new tire, the four of us ate at Shoney's, and we made our merry way up to Atlanta for Good Times, movie watching, and Mall of Georgia Visiting.

Oh, and the Honda had three different brands of tires in two different sizes on it. I am highly, highly amused.

As for fun things resulted from the trip, we have convinced Jamie that his hair looks brilliant when it's not in a school-boy-stuck-a-bowl-on-his-head-and-cut-around-it style. =DD THIS IS A VERY LARGE ACCOMPLISHMENT AND EVERYONE MUST ENCOURAGE HIM. Because it really does.

Brandon is brilliant and one of the sweetest people ever, just for the record. :)

We watched Notting Hill, Moulin Rouge, RENT, Superman [at the Mall of Georgia], Elizabethtown and parts of Once Upon a Time in Mexico. We ate bagel bites and I burned my mouth like mad. My cell phone's dinosaur status has had much fun made of it and it's been pointed out to me that I may very well be able to exchange it for something spiffier in the coming month or so, as I've had it for almost 2 years.

The drive back went without a hitch, though I did decide we needed SOME adventure at least and took I-75 through the middle of Atlanta instead of going around on 285--just for a change of scenery. And omg, eight lanes of traffic on ONE SIDE? Madness. But fun. Saw half a million police, as it was the 4th, and all is Joyfulness.

FURTHER MORE. Some of the folks I have met via bnf_brawl intrigued me on the subject of Ouran High School Host Club and I watched all thirteen episodes I could find with subs last night on the marvelous youtube. Waking up for econ sucked liek, whoa. But hey.

Life is good. =D

So I had a Grand Adventure this weekend

The roadtrip to vist Brandon was absolutely brilliant, but the drive to Atlanta certainly didn't go off 'without a hitch'. In fact, it went off with a rather major hitch.

So, I got off work at 6, went back, threw a bag together, showered, and we were on the way by 7. So, for the beginning it was all well and good, [happiness and light, as Brandon would say] and we were making good time, etc. And then. Well. I suppose it first needs to be explained that I've been driving dad's car, a Honda, because he took pity on me driving my bug whose AC had died. The thing about the Honda is its suspension is blown, the shocks are pretty much gone, and it has a funny little shaking thing it does between 55 and 60 mph. Fun, huh? We basically do a dolphin thing over every bump, and I-16 isn't so very smooth.

Also, wtf, I-16? You go from Macon to Savannah, THAT IS IT. Like, 200 miles, no state borders crossed, how did you end up an interstate? Insanity. Also? Get that awful ridged surface fixed. Roads should never be ribbed for pleasure, it doesn't work that way.

Back on topic. We're driving along, just past Dublin, GA, when the entire car starts SHAKING LIKE MAD. Um, hello? No good? So I, being the sensible person I am, pull over RIGHT THEN AND THERE, THANKS, check for obvious problems [flat/very low tires], find nothing, and decide maybe it was a particularly bad patch of road. We [me'n Jamie] get back in the car, rttled, and try it again. SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE and not like the song! So, stopping again, looking again, completely perplexed, call dad. Best option in times like these, always. He said the back right tire was prolly low and it tends to shake when that happens. I check. Yep, low. I was going to top it off when I stopped for gas. Tcha. So we stop at the very next exit, crawling along the interstate at a whopping shaky 40 mph, whee. And guess what? not a single gas station in sight. Just churches. Three of them. All like, right next to eachother. So we pull into the biggest one and call Jamie's mum and step-dad because they live not 15 minutes from the crazy place of many churches, hurrah. So they bring a portable air compressor [SO MUCH LOVE], we fill it up, and try again.

We get to all of 30 mph or so before the crazy Shaking Madness begins again. So we turn around and go back to the church yard, have a bonding moment or three sitting on the curb as I'm freaking out cause dad said it SOUNDED like the tire was FALLING APART when I called him driving back and waiting for them to come back, which they do. His step dad gets in, drives it like, halfway around the little circle, backs up, gets out, and peers under the front of the car with a flashlight [it's like, 10:00 or something? I dunno.].

He calls us over and the problem becomes obvious, front right tire is ABOUT TO BLOW. The wires are all poking out and shit and it's like OMGWTF. And then then then, we go to put the donut tire on, and we don't have a tire iron. Nice, that. =/ he finds one in his car though eventually, so all is okay. We change the tire and REtire to jamie's house [har har] because, driving to Atlanta on a donut in the middle of the night on a Donut? So not happening, kthxbai.

So what the hell, I get to see Jamie's house. It's really cute, just outside Dublin, GA. But it was like, hi, awkward because I'm staying the night at my best gay friend's house, and he is totally closeted to his parents. Ahaha.ha.ha.ha. I can only imagine the things they must be thinking. Imagine and be AMUSED by. As it is, I was invited to a -family dinner- with them on the way back [but we were running behind and didn't stop in].

At any rate though, Jamie's step-dad is tre useful for A- figuring out what's wrong and B- talking somone into opening shop to get me a new tire on a SUNDAY. I can forgive the Jesus fish on his car for that. *nods* So Sunday morning I got a new tire, the four of us ate at Shoney's, and we made our merry way up to Atlanta for Good Times, movie watching, and Mall of Georgia Visiting.

Oh, and the Honda had three different brands of tires in two different sizes on it. I am highly, highly amused.

As for fun things resulted from the trip, we have convinced Jamie that his hair looks brilliant when it's not in a school-boy-stuck-a-bowl-on-his-head-and-cut-around-it style. =DD THIS IS A VERY LARGE ACCOMPLISHMENT AND EVERYONE MUST ENCOURAGE HIM. Because it really does.

Brandon is brilliant and one of the sweetest people ever, just for the record. :)

We watched Notting Hill, Moulin Rouge, RENT, Superman [at the Mall of Georgia], Elizabethtown and parts of Once Upon a Time in Mexico. We ate bagel bites and I burned my mouth like mad. My cell phone's dinosaur status has had much fun made of it and it's been pointed out to me that I may very well be able to exchange it for something spiffier in the coming month or so, as I've had it for almost 2 years.

The drive back went without a hitch, though I did decide we needed SOME adventure at least and took I-75 through the middle of Atlanta instead of going around on 285--just for a change of scenery. And omg, eight lanes of traffic on ONE SIDE? Madness. But fun. Saw half a million police, as it was the 4th, and all is Joyfulness.

FURTHER MORE. Some of the folks I have met via bnf_brawl intrigued me on the subject of Ouran High School Host Club and I watched all thirteen episodes I could find with subs last night on the marvelous youtube. Waking up for econ sucked liek, whoa. But hey.

Life is good. =D