You’re in charge, chief…

After 14 or so hours in the car, Meredith, Jay and I decided to finally sleep in Virginia. There was some slight contemplation regarding going all the way home and setting a new record, but the 3 of us were practically zombies so that was quickly squashed. We chose a Hampton Inn right off 95 for our slumber. Meredith and I were delirious, like children who were completely overtired and of course walked in laughing like hyenas and causing a scene with the lady behind the counter, who also happened to not be shocked that we were from New York. I don’t understand. Who knew I was SO NY? Do I have a NY accent? What is it that makes me so conspicuous? Meanwhile Jay is schlepping all of our bags, as he put it “we’re gonna be here for 6 hours and you guys brought 14 pounds of luggage.” I wish that sleep was more welcome at this point, but after driving 10 hours and being in the car another 4, when I closed my eyes, all I saw was the road. Driving behind Jay is like playing a video game. It’s either really exhilarating, or devastatingly nauseating. Switching lanes, speeding up, weaving, looking for openings, cruising, driving in the HOV lane when he’s the only one in his car… I closed my eyes and felt like I was still in Nascar….

After our rest, we hit the road again and made it home at around 4 PM on Saturday. Man it is cold here. Que el fucko? I think I can already feel my tan fading. I’m miserable. The second we pulled into my driveway, I wanted to turn around and go back. Great trip. Great, great trip. Now, does anyone want to come over and unpack for me?…