It is 5:32am on a Wednesday morning at my parents house. Everyone else is asleep: said parents, over-medicated dogs, best friend. But people are going to wake up, things are going into my car, and away we go. Soon.
I feel slightly sick.
But otherwise, I'm fine! There are a trillion little things I feel I'm leavning undone, and I know that a solid half of them will not simply go away. I'll deal with them, but to quote Ben Iver the Great on his soul-seeking sojourn: "Today is Kumran. Everything that happens is from now on." The hard part, the tough plastic surface, is nearly over --the switching of bank accounts and state licenses, the cramming of things into my little car. The easy part --the highly anticipated, sweet, nougaty fun part-- begins now. And it begins with a little thing Lindsey and I liket to call The Manifest Destiny of Tom and Z.
MDTZ Rules of the Road, revised:
- We will stretch. Every morning. Every evening. Every 2 or 3 hours on the road.
- The passenger is responsible at all times for knowing the status of the right lane.
- We will play our music loudly. We shall not sing to excess, but we must tolerate one anothers' singing whenever 'the fever' hits.
- Any argument may not last longer than the song presently playing.
- We will be fashionable. Vacations are for comfort. Road trips are for making statements. We shall not suffer ourselves to wear sweatpants. We shall not, for frumpy t-shirts and sensible shoes, sacrifice our capacity to shine. We will look excessively awesome.- Amendment to MDTZ Rule #5: At no time shall Tom make fun of Z's attire.
- There is to be no bitching at the expense of the other party's delight.
- There is to be much "What's their favorite _________?". (Sorry folks, private joke.)
- We will not contact our significant others, mothers, and loved ones more than twice daily, individually.
- There will be no crisis or concern that cannot end in laughter.
And blast-off, people. Coming up: a giant building made entirely of corn, motels, many 89 cent burritos, possible bear-related perils, and lots and lots of Tom Petty. We'll keep you posted.