It was a good drive down the coast, but I felt disconnected. Looking back, I can hardly remember driving today. I played music, even though I had a book-on-CD on the seat next to me. I didn’t stop for too many snacks. The cats didn’t howl much. I had the distinct feeling that the car was moving me. That sounds weird, but I think I mean this: Instead of riding in the car, I was very conscious that it was pushing my body forward. That make sense? Dunno. Not a lot of traffic. I got two Krispy Kreme donuts at the outset to sugar-high me up. (I have to say, I have a lot riding on White Castle hamburgers now. We got Krispy Kreme from the east, thinking they MUST be over-hyped, but heck no, they weren’t. They are as good as the legend had foretold. Now, as I plan my Spring Fling east, I’m thinking about those discrete little bite-sized hamburgers. Are they really as good as they say?)
The little mama is doing all right. She’s such a trooper. This tells you something about her: Today, while she had some time to slay, she watched the DVD of Winged Migration and loved it so much she played some of it back again. Inn’at great? I’m not going to watch it, meself. I know myself well enough to know that I’d be one of three things by the end: vastly irritated, motion-sick, or too emotionally invested in the birds’ welfare.
Thinking about the drive again.
Why do people tail-gate?
There’s absolutely no reason to EVER tail-gate. ‘Cept maybe at a football game, I suppose. Having never been to a football game, I can only imagine the fantastic tail-gate parties that must occur at such events. (Two years ago, the Raiders were playing the *Can’t Remember the Team’s Name* on one of those hotter’n’hell late autumn day. One of those days when the wind whipped everything for miles, including the coals from the hibachis left cooling while their owners were inside the stadium watching the game. Eighteen cars burned up in the parking lot. Can you imagine? The Raider Nation coming out to find their SUVs torched? It was a losing game, too, if I remember correctly….)
Rambled enough. Knitted a bunch today on what promises to be a crappy little pullover made from two strands of crappy yarn held together. I was hoping crap + crap would = fabulousness, but hell, I shoulda known better. Been a long time since I worked with anything acrylic (we’re talking Red Heart here, folks. The anti-cashmere. It’s kind of interesting in science project kind of way).
Here’s a thought I can’t get out of my head: A candy-colored Noro Lo-Tech sweat. Ooohhhhh. Off to bed with me now. G’night.
I was a drivin’ gal today, too. I am Not a Driver by nature, so I was channeling DG. I really was. Glad you’re Home, safe.
I get that feeling when I’m driving back and forth from Athens (where I live) to Atlanta, which I do at least once every two weeks. Blecch. I really hate driving.
Tailgating is HUGE here. I mean, HUGE. You basically can’t get anywhere on UGA football game days, and people drive their HUGE RVs up like two weeks in advance to get a good space. It’s madness, I tell you! I’ve never been a football girl either…which equates to being a freak here in BullDawg Territory!
Glad you’re home safely, and that Little Mama is doing better. I’m with you on Krispy Kremes, but think the White Castle is definitely an acquired taste. I believe the nickname for those little burgers is still “Sliders,” for example…
Who told you White Castle was good? Was it someone remembering the old days? While they may have been decent thirty years ago, today they are NASTY. Granted, it’s been a few years since I’ve had one, but do yourself a favor and stick to Krispy Kremes. Seriously. Besides, you are NOT coming to NY and going to a White Castle.
Hooray for the little mama! So glad she’s feeling better. Lots of hugs to you both.
did you say “Spring Fling east?” Where? When? Are you coming to DC? DC? DC?
Wanna know!!!!!!
oh god. White castle. Science experiment, yes. We’re grownups now…eat the good stuff. Knit with cashmere. Krispy Kremes and a candy colored noro Lo-tech is JUST what the doctor ordered. I have been saying extra little mama prayers and lighting a special candle just for her….HUGS, dearest. Amen on the tailgatin’ rant….DANGER GIRL could write a BOOK on the subject. hmmmmmm.
My mom recalls how when she was pregnant with me 41 years ago, that she would send my father out to Queens, NY to get White Castle hamburgers and how she would eat 6 or 7 at a time. So a few years back, when I was visiting friends in Queens, I went and tasted one. Hmmmmm. Well let’s just say, either they were better way back when … or my mother’s hormones were all over the place and well … poor woman didn’t know any better. By the way, White Castles aren’t all that common. I’ve been living in the Boston area since 1986 and I don’t think I’ve seen more than a couple….
White Castle has little bits of onion in them, so they gross me out (I can’t do onions).
I hope you kick some serious medical butt!!
I hate people who “ride my tail” while I’m driving. I am the kind of person who leaves those coveted car-length in front of me, and then the MA or CT drivers slip right in, so I leave a little more room…it’s a vicious cycle. But I hate looking in my rear-view mirror and seeing HUGE headlights shining…how truly truly unsafe. I’ve been in one accident in my life and it was precisely because there wasn’t enough braking room…so now I’m paranoid about it. Heh. Glad you had a safe trip, though! I’ve never had Whitecastle – despite two summers spent on Long Island. But I have had Krispy Kremes (during my one-year stint as a nanny in CT)- luscious…sadly, there are hardly ANY in all of MA. Actually, it’s probably better this way. 🙂
My theory on White Castle — it is basically a “guy” thing, like the Three Stooges. The kind of thing you would eat in college after too many pitchers of beer. Druken gourmands – don’t believe a word they tell you!
Tailgaters drive me nuts too. Almost as bad as the idiots paying more attention to their cell phones than the traffic. I’m glad you got home safely.
I had my first ever White Castle slider recently. Really, really, not worth the legendary status. It was like hamburger puree, with little bits of slimy onions. Ewwww. Don’t get your hopes up. Huddle House, on the other hand… Grits with tons of salt and butter or cheese are the best drunk food ever.
I’m now hungry for grits with salt and butter, and I don’t even like grits. And I just stopped in to say I have been fantasizing about a bright Kureyon Lo-Tech Sweat too! I’m going to eat my stir-fried vegetables now and try to get this talk of grits and Krispy Kremes (only good when fresh, the ones in the box at Costco are not the real deal) out of my mind….
Krispy Kremes? I’ve got two words for you: Tim Horton’s. Some of you know what I’m talkin’ ’bout…
Hey, I like White Castles! I’ve even bought them in a box in the frozen food section. They beat the hell out of what Hardee’s used to pass off as a roast beef sandwich!