Thursday, January 7, 2010
The NYC subway train doors are NOT - I repeat - NOT as easy to hold open as the kind, polite and wonderfully gentle CTA train doors.
On the way home from work tonight I got into it with the freakishly strong doors and won. Barely. (I received the gift of a sweet purple leg bruise and a sore forehead) THIS WAS THE NOISE THAT SHOT OUT OF MY MOUTH AS WE FOUGHT.
Also good to note that the entire car was completely silent and full of people.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
By now you've probably caught up on the Great Vac-asian of '09 and if you haven't, you should. It's a nice long read for those of you looking to kill a few hours (I kid, Kev, I kid).
But seriously. It's been so long since I've updated that it took me a good minute or two to remember my login and password for this site! I'm thinking that writing about our recent trip home will help ease my brain back into blogging. Wanna hear it? Here it goes!
Since Franny is now the head of the household, she decided we would be driving home for Christmas this year. And lucky for Kev, I like to loudly obsess about how awful I expect something to be until after it's over just so I can say "Huh. That wasn't so bad." And I was right - it wasn't bad at all! Kev was a warrior, driving almost straight through on the way there, and even kept his hands at 10 and 2 on the wheel at all times. I was incredibly impressed. But neither of us trust my driving so it was for the best that he was the one behind the wheel.
We listened to a horrifically voice-overed audiobook for roughly 12 minutes, but had to turn it off before our ears started bleeding. We quickly swapped that hot mess out with a little David Cross stand-up (good god that man is hilariously angry) and of course, David Sedaris. Duh. So we tooted along through New York and New Jersey (got lost for a minute and ended up at Newark Airport what WHAAAAAAT?!) and finally made it to sweet, sweet I-80. Wove through Pennsylvania, flattened out around Ohio, sputtered through Indiana until we finally arrived at Christine and Alex's doorstep exhausted and cranky at 1:30AM.
The rest of the trip was a tornado of friends, family, dogs, dogs and more dogs. But it was so much god damn fun. I think we'll do it again next year. Right, Cap'n Kev?