I could talk about my place. Or I could show you some photographs I took today.
Places visited: Turner Field, Centennial Olympic Park, CNN Center, and a little bit of downtown Atlanta.
Last night I felt rushed, cranky, worried, and hot. Tonight I only feel cranky and hot.
A recap? A RECAP!
I left OKC and five minutes down the highway I saw the same motel brand for a cheaper price. I was so angry; then I found super cheap gas and was happy again. I was super worried about whether or not I was going to have to pay for a motel or if my landlord would figure something out (spoiler: flea-bag!).
As I was leaving Oklahoma, I was pulled over for going three miles over the speed limit. I think it had to do with the fact it was drizzling and I passed the Trooper. Got a warning. I thought it was going to slow my day up, but I made it to Little Rock in good time and had McDonald’s, got free WiFi, and enjoyed a good conversation with my dad.
After LR, I had to go through Memphis to Birmingham. From LR to Memphis this cute girl in an SUV used my cruise control and my ability to pass semis to her advantage. I wasn’t hatin’. Come Memphis when I was going south and she was going into downtown, she caught up, gave me a smile, and a wave. I love friendliness on the road.
If you Google map my trip, I was on I-40 the entire way. Until Memphis. I transferred highways like four times in a matter of ten minutes. It was crazy. There was a quick stop in Birmingham, a lot of construction, and a little bit in Georgia, and I made it to ATL. I bumped Ludacris’ “Welcome to Atlanta.” It felt so right. I found my place, but realized I needed a motel…I won’t go into details because a) I hate these recap type of posts and b) I’m tired.
What I will say is that I’m excited to be in Decatur and can’t wait for this internship to start. I’m going to explore my area and the real ATL this weekend. Some good posts ahead.
After making my way up the mountain to Flagstaff, which kicked my MPG butt, the drive went extremely smooth. Once I left Flagstaff, I finally woke up 100% and was making great time. There was singing, dancing, checking facebook and twitter updates. Then the first ominous sign: my phone died.
Not too big of a deal, but you know, just in case something happened. It also stunk that I couldn’t update the google map on my phone. Which meant I had to figure it all out in my head.
I stopped in Gallup, NM and then felt immediately refreshed and decided against my plan to just go to Amarillo. I knew once I drove straight through Albuquerque that I was going to push it to OKC.
Amarillo was going to be a pit stop: gas, and try to charge phone. If you saw my facebook post from BN in Amarillo (thanks to my laptop) you saw that I couldn’t charge my phone. But what I didn’t share was that I was in the worst storm I’ve ever driven in. I don’t think I’ve ever used my windshield wipers at such a high speed. It was epic. I teamed up with this bright yellow Penski truck and followed them to safety. That’s when I was in BN and complaining about the lack of outlets. What was even crazier was that it was (semi) perfectly clear in town, but once I was back on the 40, the storm picked up. This time people sucked and I ended up losing some time, before deciding to brave the elements and threw on my highbeams and led the way. Lots of people followed and I felt like the Fellowship of the Ring.
After that, everything went well…until I was 10 miles away from where I wanted to stop. Three lanes on a major highway went down to one. No big deal, right? People can merge. That’s what I thought, until I realized a lot of those semis ahead of me were delivering equipment or something and each one took forever. Forty-five minutes later and I found the motel I wanted to stay at, but it’s…eh. Was a little more expensive I wanted to spend, but that’s not a big deal because:
I’m going to beastmode it and make it to Decatur tomorrow. Screw cutting it into thirds, I’m already halfway through.
Next time I blog, I’ll be at my destination! Sorry this was a boring one. And sorry for pointing it out.
One of my favorite local bands, What Laura Says, was in LA recently and just posted this video of them performing “Sun Is” acoustically off of their new EP, Talk. Check it out below:
Forget John Elway’s epic 4th quarter drive. This one is going to be one for the ages. I leave tomorrow; in less that 24 hours. It’ll take me three days and I’ll be in Decatur for a good four days getting adjusted and preparing for my first day next Monday. I couldn’t be more excited.
Now, I’ve driven long distances, but never this long, never by myself, and never back-to-back-to-back. Perhaps the closest thing I could think of was when I went to Salt Lake City to see the MLS All-Star game and drove 9 hours one day and then 9 hours back two days later (or was it the next day? I think so). Whatever the case was, this drive is a little different. When I was on the phone with my landlord, she thought I was crazy for driving out there. Well, at least she was shocked.
Three days of driving through New Mexico, Texas, Oklahoma, Arkansas, (the southwestern tip of) Tennessee, Mississippi, Alabama, and finally Georgia. Not too shabby, eh? So how does it all break down? I’m glad you asked. The times are rounded from Google Maps.
Day One (to Amarillo, TX – 11h 45m)
Tonight I’ll be staying at my father’s place up in Scottsdale so when I leave in the AM I won’t have to drive north in rush hour from Chandler. Hopefully I’ll be able to bypass most of it from leaving further north. I’ll go north and get to the 40, which will take me all the way across the south. By the time I hit Albuquerque, It’ll be the halfway point for day one, so I’ll try and get out and relax. Maybe post a photo real quick. Then I’ll make what will probably be the most boring stretch of my drive. As of right now, I haven’t booked a motel. Usually I do, and probably will. The only reason I didn’t was because I didn’t know if I’d be leaving tomorrow or Wednesday. However, if I keep pushing back my leave date I would feel super rushed. I’ll look for a super cheap motel right after this.
Day Two (to Little Rock, AR – 9h 30m)
Another boring drive? Maybe. But I’m looking forward to stopping over in OKC to see the memorial for the bombing. I remember when my family was first moving to AZ and we drove to see the site. It was so heart wrenching. I was back there years later, and would like to make another stop. It’s also a logistical stopping point because it’s the halfway marker for day two. Of course I’ll be taking the 40 all the way across. My dad said last time he was driving back from Maine that there was construction on the interstate around Little Rock. I’m pretty sure it will either be not as terrible or completely gone. It’s just still something I have to keep in mind.
Day Three (to Decatur, GA – 9h)
Finally! This will be the shortest and most exciting drive. Memphis is only a short ways away from Little Rock, but I’m thinking I’ll stop there just to make an early, quick stop and post a photo here. I’ll finally get off of the 40 and take the 22 t the 20. It’ll probably be a straight drive to Decatur. Definitely the easiest of the drives. Because I haven’t contacted my landlord to pick up my key yet (I’ll probably do it when I’m in OKC) I might stop in Hotlanta for a bit and do some touristy stuff.
That’s pretty much it. Sorry it was boring, but it helps me to think things through better when I write them down. Now everyone will know where I am and I won’t end up like one of those Investigative Discovery shows that my ma loves to watch. Look out for photo updates!
In a world where novels are constantly being made into films, I often think about what would happen if some of my favorite films were actually adaptions instead of original films. I thought of five off of the top of my head, and I know there would be better options, but these are the ones that instantly came to mind.
I used to love The Real World. There, I said it. I mean, everyone should know that I love documentaries, and when RW first aired that’s what it was. A production crew documenting roommates lives. Of course it was a precursor of reality television, but it was still a little bit real, wasn’t it?
By the time I started watching (Hawaii, 1999) it still seemed like the people on the show were “real” even if the production was semi-staged or whatever you want to call it. I was talking to my friend, Jamieson, last night about RW and we both enjoy watching it, but say that some of the people are just too good-looking, perfect, or an archetypal MTV-type personality. He’s a little older than me and watched seasons before Hawaii and asked what happened to average people.
Since that season I watched there has been 16 more. I haven’t watched every one. Some seasons I couldn’t even tell you who was on it. There are some seasons I didn’t even know existed. What baffles me is that the 26th season is premiering later this year. So why do people want to be on it? To become famous? I’m sure that’s it. It seems so easy: get on reality television, be a grade-A personality, have people fall in love with you.
But is it worth it? The Village Voice just obtained a copy of an MTV contract that makes me wonder if any of it is. I always wanted to be on RW because, well, I love documentaries and would love to be the subject of one. However, it seems like you’re signing on to become a character of yourself. An actor imitating the real you.
Everything I’m saying has been said time and time again. It’s not news that RW is a far stretch from being anything like the real world. But isn’t there still something alluring about it? I love seeing people my age act like idiots. Now that I am over 21, I watch episodes and think, “Hey, I did that while I was drunk.” Making it all seem a little more realistic than what I thought life would be like in my twenties.
As I’ve been typing this I realize that a major pull for me watching RW is to meet the people who are going to be on the Challenge. Which last night I found out there have been countless seasons that produce ridiculous moments. I mean, what’s better than taking a group of reality stars that all know each other, and pitting them against each other? It’s great fun seeing people in physical competition as well as seeing there personal interactions. It’s like Survivor with booze and sex.
And what could be
better worse television than pretty people drinking and sleeping together? I guess it’s the case of bad being good, eh?