I’ve come to decide that the drive between Florida and New York is fairly suicidal. No one in the right mind should subject themselves to driving as a choice of travel. Don’t get me wrong- the road trips are fantastic, and Shane and I have some pretty interesting conversations and enlightening epiphanies… but the actual DRIVE has it out to kill me.
First, we get ready to leave Saturday morning. We have the Jeep all packed and are all set to hit the road. We pull in the get a car wash (because salt is yucky and should not be on a vehicle) when… we get pulled over. On the way to dunkin donuts. I will spare you the details of WHY we got pulled over (although it would make for an amazingly hilarious story if I could narrate it in my blog) since that’s more his business than mine. Ask him, I’m sure he’ll tell you. So that set off our series of unfortunate events. Due to our little mishap with the cop (who asks a variety of WEIRD questions, by the way) I drove the first 12 hours on the road until my little butt could drive no longer. I started at 10:30 AM and stopped around 11 PM.
We switched drivers and that’s when I got a killer headache. Oh by the way- I forgot to mention one reason I hate NY in the winter time. I ALWAYS get sick. I think I’ve been sick during three trips there. I’m not just talking “Oh I have a fever” sick, I’m talking ‘full on, face leaking (yes that happens in other situations other than when I eat really REALLY hot wings) nose blockage, light headed, hopped up on cold medicine’ cold. Not the pretty kind. So this headache was the icing to the cake. I did not sleep but I spent at least 7 hours leaning sideways in the passenger seat to try to alleviate my head pain.
Side note: I was just looking at one of Shane’s Maxim magazines and realized that a pretty girl named Olga does not go hand in hand. Do not name your little girl Olga. Please continue reading-
So day starts to break and we finally make it home. I swear I’m never driving that drive again. I think this is our 5th time doing it, and it is so utterly exhausting. The last 8 hours feel like you’ve taken 80 billion sleeping pills and you can feel sleep yanking at your body. Don’t do it. It does feel marvelous to be back in our house, even though there’s lots of cleaning to be done. I slept from 9 am to 7 pm yesterday and then 11 pm to 8 am today. I am extremely caught up on sleep… which is good because I have to get up at 7 tomorrow. I did a photoshoot with Cristina (CMP photography) and the pictures came out phenomenal! See below.