Send Me On My Way

Okay. So my car is packed for the beach. Except for Ginny’s stuff, but if she forgets anything that’s not my problem. I have a Kodak Funsaver Camera in the top of my beach bag, waiting anxiously for me to use it to take lots of cool pictures on the road and at the beach, and I’ll post anything worthwhile after I get it developed.

I don’t get the whole Funsaver thing. Does Kodak not want me to have TOO much fun taking pictures, so it’s saving me some of the fun? So basically it’s NOT fun to use a Funsaver? I just don’t know. But I have 27 chances to not have fun, and I’ll see what comes of them.

I don’t have any money to spend while I’m there, but that’s okay. You don’t need a lot of cash to sprawl on a beach. Someone’s probably written a country song like that, actually.

We’re not actually going to be in Virginia Beach proper – the hotel is in Norfolk, apparently right across the street from the beach. My parents chose this place and I’m slightly worried that the “beach” across the street will be covered in hypodermic needles and ship fuel. We shall see.

It’ll be my first road trip in my zoomy blue car, and I just remembered last night that said zoomy blue car did not come with zoomy blue cruise control, although it did come with the zoomy blue sunroof and the zoomy blue spoiler and the zoomy blue CD changer/tape deck combo, so I should quit complaining. Luckily it’s a short trip.

It is an absolutely stunning, perfect day here, by the way. Blue sky, very low humidity, sunny, not too hot, nice gentle breeze. It’s the kind of day that makes even the worst moods improve.

I’m taking the laptop on the trip, which is probably a mistake, but my dad begged me to bring it so that – get this – he can try to be one of the first 50 people to check his email on Friday and win VIP passes to the Denver Broncos training camp. Not that he’s going to be able to go or anything. When I was a kid in Colorado, we lived about fifteen minutes from the training camp, and people used to go and bring picnic blankets and coolers and stuff and sit on the hills and watch the team practice and scrimmage. Afterwards, most players would hang around and sign autographs, talk to the fans, et cetera. I was all about some John Elway, duh, but he almost never stayed after practice. [Note: It has just been pointed out to me that I accidentally referred to John Elway as John Denver. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me these days…I didn’t even catch that when I was proofreading.] Karl Mecklenberg did, though, and he was always very friendly. So was famous barefoot former kicker Rich Karlis, who kissed my sister on the cheek – a story that is still told. Ahh, memories.

Anyway, the point was that although I’ll have a computer, I’m going to try not to use it, because then I’ll be tempted to check work email and do actual work. So. If I don’t write again before this afternoon, I hope each and every one of you has a super weekend.

Comments 7

  • I think the Funsaver thing means that it's saving your fun, as in rescuing it. Any other camera would ruin your fun…yep. Man, I thought way too much about that.

  • save some fun for the cabana boys with your fun saver camera.

  • Nice freudian slip on the John Denver thing there!! I believe his name is John Elway, but you may be referring to the dead singer? LOL

  • P.S.- I love me some Rusted Root.

  • HAAA! man, i didn't even notice that. tells you something about the state of my brain these days, doesn't it? woo.

  • are you sure it was the real Karl Mecklenberg, or just a random guy in a Karl Mecklenberg costume. you know, like when you met Robocop.

  • tony, i don't even know you, and you crack my shit up.

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