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Home Again - jiggety jog
Jun. 28th, 2006 10:10 pmOk, wow. I was looking back in my entries to see what I'd been saying, and bugger it all, but I'd locked most everything! I get cagey about big decisions and moving to Austin is a big one, but I can't believe I didn't post a thing about the Camping Trip. Silly Misha.
(I should perhaps mention that I don't like friends-only posts. If it's for public consumption, I'll post openly, and if I don't want someone/anyone to see it, I'll lock it to private. With some small exceptions.)
So anyway: SOK Camping Trip. 36 hours in a car on the way down, and Gordon calling every few hours: has anyone been killed yet? Pfft. We were having a ball. Tuesday/Wednesday last week was more like an extended slumber party than anything. Up to and including talking about hot boys (there was this amazingly hot waiter at a Marie Callendar's in Idaho. Heh. He got ogled.)
I finally got to drive over-night - not my favorite time, but Peter's a steering-wheel hog. Gregg kept me awake and we had this one stop at a rest area in Wyoming - the bathrooms were scary, but the night was cold and clear. Blankets of stars overhead and a billion little bats swooping around and eating all the bugs gathered by the lights.
On the way out we diagonalled down 84 to 80, then took 29 to KC, zipped around it and took some state roads down to Springfield, MO. We stopped Wed night at an Econolodge for showers and alone time, all in the plan. The waiter at the IHOP across the street was a riot. Lori ordered 'diet Whatever' and when Heather tried to order diet coke? 'Nope, sorry. We only have diet whatever.' Hee!
Mmm. Shower. And boy howdy did I need it. We had to putz around Springfield the next morning for a while until the RV was ready, and I... ok, tangent time.
Two weeks back now, I had an early phone interview with a gal from the Applied Research Laboratories at the University of Texas in Austin. It went really well, and she asked me for my availability. I said, oh, vacation coming up, maybe July? Then I had a kind of a thought and perhaps I could get a ride down from Missouri to Texas, and be there for an in-person this week?
Monday before we left, she emailed me, good idea, she had some people to line up, but was out of the office. She'd get back to me. I made sure she had my cell phone and Tuesday on the road she left a message saying her director would be calling me.
So Thursday morning I haven't heard squat from director-boy and I look up his stuff on the Internet on Peter's wireless laptop at a little Panera Bread in Springfield. I probably should have tried to call his ass at that point, but eh.
So anyway, we pick up the RV in Springfield, I get exiled to the min-van (6 of us in that - whew!) while everyone else stretches out and we toodle up the road to Bourbon, MO and head to the campground.
<<-->> This post TBC tomorrow.
(I should perhaps mention that I don't like friends-only posts. If it's for public consumption, I'll post openly, and if I don't want someone/anyone to see it, I'll lock it to private. With some small exceptions.)
So anyway: SOK Camping Trip. 36 hours in a car on the way down, and Gordon calling every few hours: has anyone been killed yet? Pfft. We were having a ball. Tuesday/Wednesday last week was more like an extended slumber party than anything. Up to and including talking about hot boys (there was this amazingly hot waiter at a Marie Callendar's in Idaho. Heh. He got ogled.)
I finally got to drive over-night - not my favorite time, but Peter's a steering-wheel hog. Gregg kept me awake and we had this one stop at a rest area in Wyoming - the bathrooms were scary, but the night was cold and clear. Blankets of stars overhead and a billion little bats swooping around and eating all the bugs gathered by the lights.
On the way out we diagonalled down 84 to 80, then took 29 to KC, zipped around it and took some state roads down to Springfield, MO. We stopped Wed night at an Econolodge for showers and alone time, all in the plan. The waiter at the IHOP across the street was a riot. Lori ordered 'diet Whatever' and when Heather tried to order diet coke? 'Nope, sorry. We only have diet whatever.' Hee!
Mmm. Shower. And boy howdy did I need it. We had to putz around Springfield the next morning for a while until the RV was ready, and I... ok, tangent time.
Two weeks back now, I had an early phone interview with a gal from the Applied Research Laboratories at the University of Texas in Austin. It went really well, and she asked me for my availability. I said, oh, vacation coming up, maybe July? Then I had a kind of a thought and perhaps I could get a ride down from Missouri to Texas, and be there for an in-person this week?
Monday before we left, she emailed me, good idea, she had some people to line up, but was out of the office. She'd get back to me. I made sure she had my cell phone and Tuesday on the road she left a message saying her director would be calling me.
So Thursday morning I haven't heard squat from director-boy and I look up his stuff on the Internet on Peter's wireless laptop at a little Panera Bread in Springfield. I probably should have tried to call his ass at that point, but eh.
So anyway, we pick up the RV in Springfield, I get exiled to the min-van (6 of us in that - whew!) while everyone else stretches out and we toodle up the road to Bourbon, MO and head to the campground.
<<-->> This post TBC tomorrow.
