That's probably my new favorite quote. And it leads to the questions we should ask ourselves every night: "Was today a footprint day, or was today a buttprint day?" If you ever answer "Buttprint", you have to hope to do better the next day.I did not have a buttprint day yesterday or today. I'm not sure it was particularly footprinty, but I was sure busy and definitely covered a lot of distance.
After just an hour and a half of sleep (I was having insomnia somethin' awful!) I woke up at 8:00, finished packing and prepping, and then...Meghan arrived! An hour later we were off and running. The road trip had begun!
We only stopped once, three hours in, two eat and switch drivers. I worked in an hour "nap", but it was one of those naps when you're still kind of aware of what's going on so it didn't really help. Then I drove for the next while til we got to Meghan's boyfriend's house. He, his parents, and some of his friends were there. We stopped for a few hours, went out to dinner, and just sort of chilled. 
We even got to see the tail end of Cinderella Man on TV, which made a surprising amount of sense even though we only caught ten minutes of it. I left there at 8 pm.10:30 saw me finally getting off of the horrendously paved Pennsylvania Turnpike (yes, the road even has a frikkin' website, but they won't pave it!), and in a foul mood (mostly due to the paving, plus it's an awful long drive to do when you're exhausted and by yourself.)
Still, I pulled up to the window and cheerfully said "Hi." to the guy in there as I passed him my ticket. There wasn't much traffic, I thought he was probably bored and a friendly face is never bad, right?
Wrong. I received a scowl in return and then a very disgruntled "That's $7.25."
I checked my wallet. Three bucks. Fuck. "I, uh, don't have that much. What should I do?"
"How do you drive on the Pennsylvania Turnpike and not have that much?"
"Well, I stopped to eat!" And I didn't think it would be that expensive since you clearly don't make enough to spend on PAVING YOUR GOD DAMN ROAD.
"Pull over into the parking lot. I will be right back with your-" he paused, glared at me, and almost spat the word "Paperwork."
Five minutes later, I'm in the parking lot (I've just been on the phone and I'm sure I was looking like I was the damsel in distress, I even called people so I could flip a shit about this). He comes over to my window and demands "Sign the line." I did, quickly as I could, and handed it back to him. He hands me a copy. "You have to mail it within ten days. The address is here." He starts to walk away.
"Thank you!" I call. No answer. He's a crotchety old guy, and honestly, I would have been perfectly happy running him over about then. Instead, I glanced at the paper.
It said I owed $8.25. (Which I'm sure is true, that wasn't him being a dick but it still pissed me off.)
He was right behind my car. It was so tempting. I revved my engine, still in park. He moved a hell of a lot faster and got back in his booth. Yeah, that's right fucker, don't piss off the person with the CAR when you're not in your safe little box.
Anyways, so I got to York about 10:30ish, and called my friend Josh in a panic. My hair wasn't done. So I stopped by his house, borrowed his shower, had him do my hair (he's amazing with my hair...not so much with other people's, but mine he does good with!).
We made it to the club, took the very last parking spot, and rushed inside. Well, I rushed. Josh waited in the line that went out the door. Yeah, the club was FILLED, and I worked it hard. I danced, I wore these sexy new booty shorts that I got, I worked the crowd...and I made about $70. I thought I'd only made $65, but it turned out that (skimpy as they were!) some of my money I'd missed until I was going to go to sleep that night. I might've made more and lost it, as I was dropping money all over the place (no time between tips to give them anyone, so I had way too much money in way too little clothing. :P)
Anywho, continuing this tale of travel...
I was spending the night at my friend Brendan's house.
In Towson. Maryland. So we drove down to Towson! I passed out as soon as my head hit the pillow in his more-than-accomodating guest bedroom. I meant to wake up at 11 so I could beat the rush back to school today, but I didn't stay awake long enough to turn the alarm on after I set it. I woke up at 1 and rushed up to school.
But I have to say, it is GREAT to be back.
(My entire route is pictured below. Although, Mapquest's directions were totally wrong and these are totally forced to match up with what I actually did.)
So, maybe I didn't make footprints exactly...but I sure left some tire tracks!PS, I'm trying to narrow down the labels I use on my posts, so you'll be seeing fewer on my entries and much more general labels.
