Musings From A Long Weekend That Was All Too Short

-920 miles in 52 hours didn't used to be a big deal. Now, that kind of trip drains me. When I got back from Virginia on Sunday, I was exhausted; I spent the rest of the day on the couch, watching television (okay, that's I normally spend a Sunday, but this time I was genuinely tired, and not just being lazy). It made for a long weekend, but it was worth every second.

-The Days Inn in Harrisonburg has the worst "free wi-fi" in the history of hotels. I probably could've gotten a better signal if I sat in the middle of an apartment complex parking lot than the one I was getting (or not getting) in my room. At least I could get a connection long enough to check my fantasy team. That's important, especially with my team battling to stay out of last place.

-I didn't think I'd ever see a car again with a suction-cup Garfield in the window. Can't say that anymore.

-The story of mashed potato wrestling never gets old. I don't care how many years go by (and its already been 6), that one's an all-timer. Maybe I should relay that story here, Tucker Max-style, at some point. Might have to change a few names, though.

-Having a car stereo that allows me to plug my iPod directly into it is the best thing I've had done to my car recently. So much better than f-ing around with an FM transmitter.

-Okay, getting a non-broken driver's seat is the best thing I've done to my car recently. But the new stereo is awesome.

-Jimmy John's is awesome. Even better when it right by your hotel.

-There is no good reason why it should cost $2.50 to drive through West Virginia. I don't even want to think about how much money I've had to pay just to drive through that state. Totally not worth it.

-Not having functioning turn signals makes you seem like an asshole driver. And while that's not far from the truth, I at least like to have the option of signaling when I cut someone off- its rude not to. Its not the bulbs and its not the fuses, so I guess its the wiring. I don't like the direction this diagnosis is headed.

-Gatherings of old friends never last long enough. Despite being there to say goodbye to a friend, it was great to see everyone. I need to get back to Virginia more often. I don't miss living in Virginia, but I do miss the people there. They're my other, other family, and I can't forget that. I need to make it a point to get back at least once a year. And it needs to be a time when a lot of old people are around (both the old old people and the new old people). That time sounds an awful lot like Foxfields. Better start making plans for 2009.