Today I made the long drive from NYC to Richmond. It's the beginning of the journey! Luckily it started off in a pretty kick-ass rental Chevy Impala. Right.
If you can picture me moving out of my 4th floor walk-up apartment, by myself, it's a funny picture. It's even funnier when you picture that I didn't have boxes to pack anything in. Luckily all that time I spent signing away my hard earned money and hoarding shopping bags served me well. I had everything I owned packed into about 20 medium sized bloomies, nordstroms, uniqlo, and macy's bags. It was quite a sight, and the little old ladies in my apartment were watching and laughing as I tromped up and down the stairs about 15 times (at this point sweating and covered in dust bunnies).
To add to the adventure, I had my first driving in NYC experience, which involved a lot of circling for a parking spot and getting honked at by taxis. I think the highlight was when I accidentally drove too far over the "walk" portion of the intersection and got flipped off. I don't blame the guy though, when people do that to me I want to climb on top of the hood of their car to teach them a lesson they'll remember. Which is don't drive into the walkway, ass. And don't mess with Carrie Morgan.
I also made one very important observation from the trip, brought to me by the fact that the iPod has made the CD obsolete and I don't own any. Which is fine until I get in a car. The quality of radio stations significantly diminishes the further south on I-95 you go. By the time I was in DC all I could find was country, christian rock, and political talk shows. Oh- and Clear Channel owns the universe.
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