Right now, I’m sitting in a hotel in Washington Indiana. But before I get too ahead of myself, I’m going to back track… if you don’t mind.
On May 11th, I was excited yet worried. Thrilled yet anxious beyond reason. My kids and my husband would be without me for an entire week. My husband had just went through a MAJOR bipolar shift to holy shitdom. And now that he had gotten back on his feet for a few days, I was going to leave. The grocery shopping needed to be done, I might need my therapy (despite the fact that I had cancelled it the week prior). And I was nervous about driving. THAT was the biggest deal.
I think what clinched it for me was when I took my first trip EVER out of town as a teenager, I fucked up and went through a yield sign. Oh boy howdy, does it get better! Not only did I hit a collectors edition camaro, the driver had JUST gotten out of jail and was beyond pissed at me. I kept hearing him screaming to me that if I got out of the car, he was going to hit me. Hell, even thinking about it – I can see his face. (Damn, my mind raced with that memory – holy shit!) The damage was minor and I paid off my ticket that I got due to the accident, but it left something there for me to think of many a year later. I’ve driven down to Indiana before. Once before in fact. I remember driving down and back home and being SOOO completely tired. Especially on the way home. (On the way home, I took a nap at a rest stop just before Chicago) This time, before I left town I bought plenty of pop and a 5 hour energy to keep me alive. I have only taken 5 hour energy once before, and this was many years ago. If memory serves (which it probably doesn’t – given past experiences), it worked within an hour. The drive, or at least the first 3 hours were absolutely dreadful! On top of being tired, going through Chicago – even during non peak hours is fucking ridiculous! Apparently even though the posted speed limit is 55, I have to be going 80 mph to keep up with the flow of traffic! I had one guy behind me flashing his lights at me. And it was not dark out. So…. yea…. Whatever bitchez… here comes the gas!
So, I made it to Indiana and I am not quite as nervous. I got to my supposed destination. I just needed to find my reason for coming. Stacey. My southern belle. I ended up getting quite the bit lost. Round and round I go. And at one point, I was rounding a curve slowly … again, going slowly. There was this older green blazer coming from behind. I saw the vehicle out of the rear view mirror of my Jeep. I thought, if he passes me – no biggie! I’m going slow anyway… whatever. But here’s what happens next!
It wasn’t just a simple passing. The guy driving swerves and rights himself. Then he plows into a telephone pole, his blazer teetering in the air a foot off the ground. Fortunate for the driver, when the car actually finally came to a landing – it was into a muddy plot of land. In my estimation, the guy probably was pretty fucked had he not landed where he did. So, because I was the only one who really saw everything, I stayed as a witness. I say goodbye and come to the conclusion that I’m helplessly lost. I text Stacey to help me to become my savior. And in the end, things worked out. I got here, and I was so thankful.
Stacey’s kids were obviously going to be in school during the week. Stacey’s husband, Derek, was sweet enough to take off a couple days from work while I was down here. I love her family. They are all amazing people. Although I haven’t spent a lot of time around Annie, or talked to her much… from what I can gather of her, she is good shit. Hell, she’d have to be to have her mom..well, be her mom. Hehe.
Age has indeed gotten to us. We haven’t exactly been the picture of “let’s get out of here and have fun!”. Hell, today Stacey and I did word searches and watched “Bridesmaids”. Hell, I had to pee so bad for about an hour because I wanted to finish my word search! (WHAT? Who the fuck does that… ON VACATION?)
Southern Indiana (where I have been) has had so much rain lately. So much so that the back roads (some of them) were flooded over. As I was attempting to leave Wednesday night to go back to my hotel, Derek drove out first to make sure the roads were clear for me to go back. And… yes…. flooded over. No way I could go through. So, we (and by ‘WE’ I mean Derek and Stacey… not me, at all) found an alternative way to get me back. And from there on out, the drive was good. So, accident, flood.. and today… today I was going to church to watch Stacey with her youth group. Before then, we stopped for a bite to eat at Bo Mac’s restaurant. I swear to … whatever, that I was just about dying reading the menu. There are some things that Stacey says that truly tells me she’s a southerner. Despite the fact that she’s in southern Indiana. Now, i could be spelling these wrong. My northern ignorance apologizes in advance.
Dag nabbit, or the alternate da (pronounced day) gummit…. hill jack, when referring to the plethora of rain that had befallen the area – she said that it was a “duck drownder”, and when she says Wisconsin (I say …. syllable Wi-sconsin) she says Wis-consin. I know it may not be a huge difference, but that one little bit… that ONE letter. OH! And I saw a church and a strip club RIGHT NEXT TO EACH OTHER! I shit you not! Go to google earth and look up Washington, Indiana Wheatland St off of US Hwy 50. And then the church neighboring it… Wheatland Christian Church! There, of course is a fence separating the neighbors… but HOT DAMN! Who does that? Apparently the strip club was there for many years before that too!
And, now… to when we were eating. The news had told us that there would potentially be a cold spout come to the area. Looks like a tornado (or “nader” if you ask Stacey) but doesn’t touch down to the ground and cause damage. Just LOOKS like one. While we’re sitting at the drive in, waiting for our food… rain. Big whoop! Been there, done that. But after a little bit, hail! We’re waiting with an open window to receive our food and it starts to flipping hail outside! Seriously? Indiana, you are just mucking this all up. Stacey and the family aren’t. Hell, even the other people that I’ve met today from the church and what not have been awesome. Yet, the weather is just … not cooperating. Keep in mind, I’m not forgetting about the family and friends in Wisconsin. Thursday night they were under a frost advisory. It’s May… spring has sprung. Mother nature… get off your rag and LET’S DO THIS THING!
So, the lovely news tells us that next week in Indiana it’ll be rainbows and sunshine. 80’s and nice weather. Yea… thanks… thanks for that.
There have been a lot of great things that have happened over the course of the time I’ve been here. Stacey, Jeffrey, and I played a card game called “Funny or Die”… based off the internet sensation/video thingy.. except with cards. Yea. Look it up. We all determined after the game was done that Stacey was just not funny. (Sorry Stacey ;’ ( We went to Denny’s and afterwards went swimming at the pool within the hotel. Stacey, Jeffrey and I watched Identity Thief. Not sure if Derek was watching. That may have been while he was working, not sure. I made rice and blueberries and found out that I definitely want a dutch oven (which is not a real oven… the name makes it sound like it is… except dutch) and the color she has on hers. It reminds me of my kitchenaid mixer. Again, I went to church and it was okay. I took an anti anxiety pill before I got close to there. Granted, I still felt a little like I was going to run out and cry.. but I killed it. And in the building were 10 people, including me.
Today I get to experience what a flea market is. I have no idea what it is like. The only thing that I can gather is like what they show on the movie “Mallrats”. How the flea market is referred to as “The Dirt Mall”. Well, we’ll see. I just want to find inexpensive items that may be of interest to me. That can’t be so bad. Could it?
So now, again… I’m sitting here and am nervous. (After I typed So now, again – i heard a tap tap on my door… despite the do not disturb sign on my door handle. And it’s 1:08 a.m. Holy mother fucker, I jumped out of my chair!!!!) Proof, I’m nervous, anxious… GAH! Yesterday, I swear I thought was Thursday. I think it may have been either that I was completely unaware OR I was subconsciously trying to fool myself that time was going fast again. And that soon I would be making the trek back up to Wisconsin. That once again, people from Chicago and outlying districts would be pissed at me for driving too slow. And no doubt I will buy double of the 5 hour energy. I find the grape flavor to be more satisfying. Last time I tried it, I think it was lemon lime. And I will still try to look out for the 36 pack of mountain dew. It’s like a cube, except better. And Joe, if you’re reading this right now… yes, I’m trying to find it.
I don’t want to leave my friends. I will miss them when I am not here anymore. It has been so incredible. And usually the trips I take down here are. Unfortunately there is no easier way at this moment to get here. So I’m sitting here bouncing my leg as I type anxious as all get out to realize that yes, today is Saturday. And yes, the following day around 7 a.m., I will have to drop my keys off at the front desk and leave this fine establishment, and my friends. I am proud that at least I have had this time with them. That despite everything, I have had a wonderful time and hopefully will be able to do it again.
In the spirit of humor, I give you this picture. (Or actually, Stacey took the picture and sent it to me… so….. ) I find it humorous that they have to put a sign out “warning any persons” of an up and coming church. Does the county or state REALLY need to spend that money on those signs when they can just walk or drive a couple 10-50 feet to see the churches actual sign?
Well… that’s for another time.
I will miss you Stacey, ever so much. You are such a dear friend to me that I can’t even explain. I do wish we were somehow closer. And I do wish that leaving didn’t impart so much sadness on my part. I just have to hope that some day we can be together again… and not four years from now. I love you.