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I will catch up with the flist tomorrow. I am nearly asleep at the desk right now.
Friday on the way to WI: It usually takes a half tank of gas to get to Kalamazoo, where there is a very nice gas station that accepts $20 bills right at the pump and prints out receipts for you. I was nearly there and realized that I was not going to make it. I should have turned off right there, but waited until the next exit. But it was too late. Car is unable to accelerate, I'm slowing down, driving on the shoulder like a crazy person. I pull off because I see a giant blue sign and (despite the stupendous vibrations of driving on the side of the road) I can tell that there is a gas station, and I think, I might be able to make it! I keep coasting. But then there isn't a second sign telling me where the gas station is. That's when I realize that there are two exits for this road (N & S), and I've taken the wrong one and coasted approximately a mile and a half the wrong way. So I have to walk a bit over two miles to the gas station. No one stops to help. Except the teenagers who leaned out the window and screamed something unintelligible at me (gee, thanks). On the way back a guy gave me a lift for the last mile, which was so nice and thank you, sweet pickup man with the heart of gold.
Saturday I gabbed with dear friend all day on the way to MI; we went through awful traffic in Chicago (on Saturday!! It never stops.) and then ate one of the worst meals ever...I paid $28 for a filet mignon (medium rare) that was charred on top. Our entire meal was horrible.
Today was the show, and I didn't sleep well, and now I am exhausted, though I have redeemed my restaurant reputation somewhat by recommending a fab Italian restaurant, which was absolutely excellent.
More tomorrow. *hugs the flist*
Friday on the way to WI: It usually takes a half tank of gas to get to Kalamazoo, where there is a very nice gas station that accepts $20 bills right at the pump and prints out receipts for you. I was nearly there and realized that I was not going to make it. I should have turned off right there, but waited until the next exit. But it was too late. Car is unable to accelerate, I'm slowing down, driving on the shoulder like a crazy person. I pull off because I see a giant blue sign and (despite the stupendous vibrations of driving on the side of the road) I can tell that there is a gas station, and I think, I might be able to make it! I keep coasting. But then there isn't a second sign telling me where the gas station is. That's when I realize that there are two exits for this road (N & S), and I've taken the wrong one and coasted approximately a mile and a half the wrong way. So I have to walk a bit over two miles to the gas station. No one stops to help. Except the teenagers who leaned out the window and screamed something unintelligible at me (gee, thanks). On the way back a guy gave me a lift for the last mile, which was so nice and thank you, sweet pickup man with the heart of gold.
Saturday I gabbed with dear friend all day on the way to MI; we went through awful traffic in Chicago (on Saturday!! It never stops.) and then ate one of the worst meals ever...I paid $28 for a filet mignon (medium rare) that was charred on top. Our entire meal was horrible.
Today was the show, and I didn't sleep well, and now I am exhausted, though I have redeemed my restaurant reputation somewhat by recommending a fab Italian restaurant, which was absolutely excellent.
More tomorrow. *hugs the flist*