And so begins my vacation…
I’m beginning on the long, dull road down to Dallas for Project A-Kon. Interstate 35, to be exact.
Ladies and gentlemen, this is not the scenic route.
An old yet familiar Lindsey Buckingham song is playing on my laptop while I drive, with the window down, the warm Oklahoma wind whipping into my face, and me, calmly contemplating my arrival at my one vacation this year.
Calmly… as in I’m about to calmly jump out of my skin.
And just so you know, no I’m not driving while typing this on my laptop. Although, technophile that I am, I very well could, although I’d prefer not to be sitting at the bottom of a ravine with a few hundred pounds of Ford Focus wrapped around my neck. I’m actually stopped at a Burger King in the bustling… village of Ardmore to grab some lunch and listen to every joint in my lower body crack and snap as I stretch my automobile atrophied legs.
The thing that utterly amazes me every year is this commute itself. Even on the journey down here, I don’t feel out of place, what with the VW Beatle passing by with anime paraphenalia strapped to the roof, chalk full of screaming, decorated anime fans. I think they’re screaming at me.
Yes, I’m sure of it. They probably know that I’m a follow Kon-goer by the fuzzy cat ears on my head.
I’ll be making a couple of posts per day to keep all of you aprised of this trip. That’s assuming I can tear myself away from all the fun I’m having. Meanwhile, all of you, who are sitting in your cramped, stuffy offices can continue to read this gloating and smug description of a vacation that you’re not having.
I’m sorry, I really am. I’m gloating, and what I meant to say was…
Sucks to be you. :tongue:
More on this as the trip continues.
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