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Well, let’s begin with the sermon, shall we?
I shall begin by saying that this message is exactly the same to all of my comrades. No one gets a special telegram, understand? Anyways, let me find my dad’s itinerary.
Haha, success! OK, well, Saturday, May 24: I stayed up till 2 A.M. messing with my dumb i-Fraud and my sister’s i-Fraud. Both were being stupid. I was planning on snoring my way through the day so why not party during the night? Dumb. There’s nothing to do at my house so I was bored to tears. And I felt a little queasy too, I think.
Sunday, May 25: Hopped in the car and went to church. (Don’t remember the events of church.) Then we skedaddled back home and I did some emergency last-minute packing. Then, according to the itinerary, at 10:06 A.M., we departed, 36 minutes later than desired. I sat going from Murfreesboro to Nashville listening to the i-Frauds. Susanna graciously donated her previously mentioned i-Fraud which happens to be pink. But as I listened to hers, expecting to hear some good ol’ TMBG, Billy Joel, Cat Stevens, Stevie Wonder, etc, I only got 13 songs through the 46 listed on the i-Fraud before the stupid thing froze. So 33 songs don’t play. Anger. Well, anyways, we get past Memphis without much action. Then we arrived in Arkansas, and boy howdy, that there state is butt-ugly. At least in its first part. We stopped a little into Arkansas to have delicious cold fried chicken and bologna sandwiches (sarcasm) and hit the road again. We would have to stomach more of those delicious meals several times on the trip. My dad apparently bought some trailer-hitch contraption to hold our food on and he couldn’t figure out how to secure a tarp around the coolers on it using bungees. It took him a long time to figure it out and get used to it. More driving, driving, boredom... then my dad puts in his Eagles CD, the new one that went platinum seven times over, and we listen to that as we head into Oklahoma, a state which seems a lot like Arkansas and Tennessee. Flat, grassy, lots of trees. Every city we stumbled upon had “tiny city of Oklahoma, home of random country star (name)”. We stopped at the first rest area in Oklahoma to have more chicken. The picnic areas looked like tepees, supposedly built by Cherokees, which is totally inaccurate because Cherokees don’t live in tepees and never did. Why are there Cherokees in Oklahoma, anyway? Makes no sense. Anyways, we hit the road again, and my dad pops in the CD he bought, the soundtrack to Annie, the movie. Susanna hadn’t seen our production of it so she was interested while I was bored. I explained that our orphans were much better than the movie’s. Well, we kept drivin’, drivin’, drivin’ through borin’ ol’ Oklahoma till everybody fell asleep except me, Dad, and Mom. We stopped in Oklahoma City at 10:46 and dragged our butts into a Fairfield Inn. The elevator there was incredibly annoying. So we crashed.
smokin' hotHaha, success! OK, well, Saturday, May 24: I stayed up till 2 A.M. messing with my dumb i-Fraud and my sister’s i-Fraud. Both were being stupid. I was planning on snoring my way through the day so why not party during the night? Dumb. There’s nothing to do at my house so I was bored to tears. And I felt a little queasy too, I think.
Sunday, May 25: Hopped in the car and went to church. (Don’t remember the events of church.) Then we skedaddled back home and I did some emergency last-minute packing. Then, according to the itinerary, at 10:06 A.M., we departed, 36 minutes later than desired. I sat going from Murfreesboro to Nashville listening to the i-Frauds. Susanna graciously donated her previously mentioned i-Fraud which happens to be pink. But as I listened to hers, expecting to hear some good ol’ TMBG, Billy Joel, Cat Stevens, Stevie Wonder, etc, I only got 13 songs through the 46 listed on the i-Fraud before the stupid thing froze. So 33 songs don’t play. Anger. Well, anyways, we get past Memphis without much action. Then we arrived in Arkansas, and boy howdy, that there state is butt-ugly. At least in its first part. We stopped a little into Arkansas to have delicious cold fried chicken and bologna sandwiches (sarcasm) and hit the road again. We would have to stomach more of those delicious meals several times on the trip. My dad apparently bought some trailer-hitch contraption to hold our food on and he couldn’t figure out how to secure a tarp around the coolers on it using bungees. It took him a long time to figure it out and get used to it. More driving, driving, boredom... then my dad puts in his Eagles CD, the new one that went platinum seven times over, and we listen to that as we head into Oklahoma, a state which seems a lot like Arkansas and Tennessee. Flat, grassy, lots of trees. Every city we stumbled upon had “tiny city of Oklahoma, home of random country star (name)”. We stopped at the first rest area in Oklahoma to have more chicken. The picnic areas looked like tepees, supposedly built by Cherokees, which is totally inaccurate because Cherokees don’t live in tepees and never did. Why are there Cherokees in Oklahoma, anyway? Makes no sense. Anyways, we hit the road again, and my dad pops in the CD he bought, the soundtrack to Annie, the movie. Susanna hadn’t seen our production of it so she was interested while I was bored. I explained that our orphans were much better than the movie’s. Well, we kept drivin’, drivin’, drivin’ through borin’ ol’ Oklahoma till everybody fell asleep except me, Dad, and Mom. We stopped in Oklahoma City at 10:46 and dragged our butts into a Fairfield Inn. The elevator there was incredibly annoying. So we crashed.
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