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| 12:07am (CST) |
Stopped in Ozona (that’d still be Texas, y’all) for
the usual, at $1.699 a gallon. Thelma handed the first sister back
her VISA card and told her that the pumps were open. “Pump first,
then pay.” I saw the look of incredulity she gave the plump
Thelma --- yeah, that girl is definitely from California --- she even
locked the car every single time she stepped out out of it. Paranoid
little twit. |
| 12:10am |
Gently dozing. The second sister was driving. Driving for the blind.
I kept waking up to “thump, thump, thump, thump”, a giggle,
and then and “oops.” The other person in the car was blissfully
unaware of what was occurring. Lucky nurse (first sister) -- she’s
got the medicine hook-up. Not that I’m insinuating anything
at all. |
| 3:25am |
Received advice from one Jessie in San Antonio, Texas. This Chevron
babe instructed my traveling buddies to lock arms if necessary in
Nawlins. I think the words “don’t get separated no matter
what” were repeated at least thrice. You know, I can be an excellent
protector. Honestly. Oh, and $1.499 a gallon here. |
| 7:28am |
The adorable sister found a great, well, find. Now I’m really
switched on. Yeah, I think bobtails should
be prosecuted as well. Damn cats love my feathers... And gas here
-- Beaumont, Texas -- is steady to $1.559 a gallon. |
| 7:44am |
Stopped at the Jack in the Box. The buxom woman at the counter asked,
“Y’all want some sauce with that?” and “Will
that be all for y’all?” Cute, and the girls declared something
to the effect of “Now we can say we’ve really been in
Texas!” Umm, was it just me or did we not drive 900+ miles through
pitch black night in a very large southern state. |
| 8:15am |
Crossed into our destination state. Woo freakin’ hoo. Yes,
I am tired. You’d be as well if your duff had been crammed in
a not-overly-large SUV (really, I love the car; please don’t
leave me in New Orleans by myself. I’m too lazy to fly back…). |
| 10:14am |
Crossed into New Orleans city limits. The girl got smart suddenly
and called the Hotel. The very lovely Hotel
Monaco. She was told that there was no traffic jam in front of
the hotel -- it was more like thick peanut butter. The information
apparently pissed the girl off. I could see steam practically roll
from her scalp. I didn’t even quietly cough to express that
I knew there would be a traffic congestion. |
| 11:03am |
Circling around isn't really getting us any closer to the hotel,
but at least it forced us to stop (again) for gas, at yet another
Chevron, for which we shelled out $15.50 for 9.3 gallons of gas at
$1.649 a gallon. Whee. |
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... it's like the balance of Fat Tuesday is a blank. Curious,
huh? |
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