What Keeps Me Going

After saying my goodbyes (to Collin & Katie/Corvallis until a could-be-much-later date), I bum-rushed Safeway because I knew that I wouldn't have the energy to go the distance. So after an in-and-out grocery run, a "fill 'er up" (well, actually, I filled it myself since it was Pac Pride), and a "Can I get an 8-oz.-skinny-vanilla-latte-no-foam? Thanks," I hit 99-South. Music blaring. Rocking out. If you seen the video of my dad, you know what the results of that gene pool are capable of.

This awful montage is what fueled the stamina needed for intense air drums with pedal bass, air tamberines (sp?), air keyboard, air guitar, and air marracas. And don't let me forget my bad ass moves as if I were a back-up singer for Prince or KISS. If you passed me on I-5, I'm sorry. I tend to get waaaay too into it. I even thought about videoing, but some things are just meant for envisionment.

"I'll always remember...it was late afternoon...IN PLACES NO ONE WILL FIIIIIND" (warble it out like the best Celine Dion ever heard). I'm awesome. If only there was a camera. But thank goodness there wasn't.

The moral of the story is: Don't have a coffee drink right before cramping yourself in a car for 3-plus hours. The energy will come out of your mouth. And into the form of some intense jazz hands and chuckin'-and-jivin' background dancer moves. And it'll also cause you to think that you can take pictures of the scenery while on a back-country road...in motion.