I know the three exclamation points may create an air of false enthusiasm, like when you write to a friend "I can't wait to see you!!!" what you really mean is "It really hasn't been that long since we saw each other last and honestly so little has happened that I'm afraid we'll run out of things to talk about twenty minutes in, but it's important that we keep in touch because emotional connectivity is what separates us from the animals!"
But I'm actually really excited about this road trip. It's the first one Brooke and I will be taking together, if you don't count the time it took us nine hours to drive home from
This time we're headed to a small fishing town on the
For the record, Brooke just came in and read that last sentence over my shoulder and said, "What do you mean 'hopefully'? You never know what's going to happen. That's the beauty of a road trip!" Um, really? Because I always thought the beauty of road trips is the quiet contemplation of a barren straightaway; the cosmic gut-check of experiencing the world's enormity one mile marker at a time; the liberation from schedules, lunch hours, and the awful familiarity of the day to day; and, of course, the freedom of the open road.
Happy Labor Day, everyone. I hope your long weekend isn't so baaad.