Wrapping this up, final chapter.
Meal completed. As soon as I sat in that car, or should I say that you know how you sometimes get that immediate sense that something just ain't right? Why do I smell my lunch when I am not taking home leftovers? What is that sensation too? Reality check revealed that somehow a piece of chicken fried steak made its way to the cleavage area of my brassiere. Now in my defense there is no way to get out of your car and wiggle that away in a lady like manner. At this point trying to imagine friends around me to partake in the potential humor in this event. I re-enter the car, pardon the pun, brush this off, my inadequate eyelashes and myself are on a mission. I check the GPS, a Wal-Mart is in route, good....get mascara there if I do not see another store earlier.
For some reason, my GPS erroneously re-routes me out of the Cracker Barrel. I am thankful that this route was not revealed to me at night, certainly I would have been convinced that this area was a prime choice area of serial killers that want to hide their evidence. I am additionally reminded that for some reason, my GPS will always take me on a similar path with any Cracker Barrel outside of a major city. Mmm, wonder why the cops aren't aware of these paths? (LOL)
Shortly after being on the right route to hotel, I somehow got sandwiched between two 18 wheelers, , for about 20 or so miles. Within moments of this, I feel very uncomfortable, feels like I am in a coffin! My only distraction from this was the sudden and dramatic message of urgency that my bladder received after those two glasses of ice tea. Hmmm, need to call upon some inner strength and humor here, if there is an exit, I can't see it or get to it! So, I imagine Vince asking me for a song request. ( Was actually thinking of this just prior to the trip, but would never had the cahoonies to ask him!) (Blushing!)
Yes, I answer to my imagination. Vince, please play this for me and please sing it right into my ear, and some candlelight would be nice too! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mW6G3nh5S3I
Yes, succeeded with distraction, but brain soon reminded me who is ultimately the boss. (= above all Carolyn do not get a case of the giggles right now unless you have adult pampers on hand)
Soon enough the Wal-Mart appears. Now normally, few things in life can make me feel like I hit the genetic lottery more than a Wal-Mart shopping experience. As I exited the car, thought if I was chomping on some McNuggets, I would likely get their version of VIP treatment. Very strange feeling approaching the store. Thinking a few months ago, Jeff Foxworthy would never consider me as Hall of Fame material.
Got the mascara, the time is flying, get to the hotel! I should say that I was able to successfully rebook a hotel, but it was not the Holiday Inn Express. Being the optimist that I am, when I saw the pics of the hotel, thought, "kinda reminds me of the no-frills hotels of yore on Miami Beach! Yep, quaint and rustic, fine by me, just need a place to sleep and shower for one night. The hotel was on Hutchinson Island, just a few miles from he venue. If the need should ever occur, I am here to confirm that there is a Bates Motel strip on that island. (my sassy humor aside, ignore that exaggeration, the staff was very nice and they to be fair, they were in the middle of updating from the 70's time warp theme)
Thankfully a shower erased my hairs memory of what it looked like earlier in the day. Was reminded that mascara must be broken in, the first few times you apply it, it wants to unite all eyelashes as one. Found out that in desperate times, a hair dryer on cool for 10 seconds can show it who the boss is, lmao!
Going to fast forward to the end of the blog, apart from the concert.
After a very long, adventurous, but great day was so dog tired. I think the funniest part of my trip was moments after lying down to go to sleep, discovered that my headboard would sound like I was having honeymoon sex with my SLIGHTEST movement, I could barely type, but shared this with some FB friends, one of whom made me laugh so hard which resulted in a headboadgasm.
20 years of professional therapy could not have accomplished more than the therapeutic slices of life, humor moments that I encountered. I ended it with a fantastic concert and Vince remembered me. Pinch me! (It's the red hair, can't get away with a dang thing, lol)