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Roasted Lime
Jul. 5th, 2001 12:34 pmI am in Dallas once again, and feeling invalid due to the fact that I spent 21 hours driving yesterday with no breaks longer than a few minutes. (The trip was longer, of course - it was just that the 21 hours in one stretch did me in.) Despite, or perhaps because of this, I am glad to be back.
PENNSYLVANIA:
I love this state. It's my favorite in the northeast. Beautiful woodlands and farm country, not to mention Gettysburg. Valancy and I were constantly flirted with/whistled at/honked at/hit on by various truckers, despite the fact that we looked disheveled and were completely disdainful and/or nonchalant.
The finest moment was when we stopped for gas at a small town near the West Virginia border. Bug-covered fly paper lined the walls, and the clerks included me in an unabashed discussion of their sister's illegitimate children. In addition, the gas was the cheapest on the trip, and the station was next to the ruins of an old stone house from before the Civil War.
VIRGINIA:
I thoroughly loathe Viriginia. In my haste to exit the dread state, I received a speeding ticket. Actually, that was pretty cool, since I'd never gotten one and have been waiting for an opportunity to defend myself in court. (Side note: more speeing tickets are given out on the fourth of july than any other day of the year.)
TENNESSEE:
The section of road between Nashville and Memphis is called "Music Highway." Valancy and I sang various old-timey songs, particularly whilst crossing the Mississipi. For no reason that can be explained, I became convinced that I'm going to marry a mysterious French Welshman that I will meet in a couple of years - this feeling of certainty has still not dissipated. This is particularly strange since I tend to have more fulfilling relationships with women. Suffice it to say, I will be brushing up on my French and possibly learning some Cymru.
ARKANSAS:
If anyone reading this lives in or near Arkansas, that person should go to Nick's BBQ and Fried Catfish. They have the best corn fritters I have ever tasted - these pastries define and improve on corn fritters, making anything else paltry in comparison. The apricot pie is quite nice as well. This mecca is located off of I-40, exit 138, I think. There are signs. GO THERE. Even though it's 5 hours away from me, I intend to frequent it.
TEXAS:
Best state of them all, hands down. Fireworks welcomed us home, glimmering balls of colored flame cheering and guiding us. Admittedly, it was the 4th of July, but I think that's just coincidence.
PENNSYLVANIA:
I love this state. It's my favorite in the northeast. Beautiful woodlands and farm country, not to mention Gettysburg. Valancy and I were constantly flirted with/whistled at/honked at/hit on by various truckers, despite the fact that we looked disheveled and were completely disdainful and/or nonchalant.
The finest moment was when we stopped for gas at a small town near the West Virginia border. Bug-covered fly paper lined the walls, and the clerks included me in an unabashed discussion of their sister's illegitimate children. In addition, the gas was the cheapest on the trip, and the station was next to the ruins of an old stone house from before the Civil War.
VIRGINIA:
I thoroughly loathe Viriginia. In my haste to exit the dread state, I received a speeding ticket. Actually, that was pretty cool, since I'd never gotten one and have been waiting for an opportunity to defend myself in court. (Side note: more speeing tickets are given out on the fourth of july than any other day of the year.)
TENNESSEE:
The section of road between Nashville and Memphis is called "Music Highway." Valancy and I sang various old-timey songs, particularly whilst crossing the Mississipi. For no reason that can be explained, I became convinced that I'm going to marry a mysterious French Welshman that I will meet in a couple of years - this feeling of certainty has still not dissipated. This is particularly strange since I tend to have more fulfilling relationships with women. Suffice it to say, I will be brushing up on my French and possibly learning some Cymru.
ARKANSAS:
If anyone reading this lives in or near Arkansas, that person should go to Nick's BBQ and Fried Catfish. They have the best corn fritters I have ever tasted - these pastries define and improve on corn fritters, making anything else paltry in comparison. The apricot pie is quite nice as well. This mecca is located off of I-40, exit 138, I think. There are signs. GO THERE. Even though it's 5 hours away from me, I intend to frequent it.
TEXAS:
Best state of them all, hands down. Fireworks welcomed us home, glimmering balls of colored flame cheering and guiding us. Admittedly, it was the 4th of July, but I think that's just coincidence.
