After an inauspicious beginning, the journey to the Austin Film Festival is underway. The first leg of the journey took us from Ithaca, NY to Dickson, TN, home of the... um... well, I can confirm there is a Holiday Inn here. And a disgruntled desk clerk. Beyond that, who can say?
This leaves us with 815 miles to get us all the way to Austin tomorrow. 6AM wake-up call, I curse thee!
Tomorrow will hopefully be a day of redemption for Johnny A-Game, my stalwart travelling companion. After assuring me of a 7AM pick-up this morning, Oversleep won this day, and we didn't truly hit the road until 8:30 or so. Que sera. It all worked out in the long... very long... run.
Regrets from today include a stop at Shoney's. Yeesh. I think they carve all the food for their buffet out of the same substance. It combines the consistency of tofu, and the flavor of deep-fried armpit. But everything tastes better with gravy!
Anyway, after a steaming hot mug of gravy, we failed to successfully tune in to the NLCS playoff game (AM Radio, why have you forsaken me? I always thought I could count on you for sports and ads for Credit Counseling Services), enjoyed the 70mph speed limit down here, and stopped for a pee break at a place that advertised fireworks, but might have been a cover for a full-blown military stockyard. There were some fireworks there I haven't seen since the last time I watched "Starship Troopers."
Tomorrow brings us through the rest of Tennessee, Arkansas, and finally Texas. My primary regret at the moment is that our trip through Texarkana will not be in a Trans Am (or conversely, an 18-wheeler full of Coors), and my sidekick is not a beleaguered basset hound named Fred.
Til tomorrow, I'm westbound and down.
This leaves us with 815 miles to get us all the way to Austin tomorrow. 6AM wake-up call, I curse thee!
Tomorrow will hopefully be a day of redemption for Johnny A-Game, my stalwart travelling companion. After assuring me of a 7AM pick-up this morning, Oversleep won this day, and we didn't truly hit the road until 8:30 or so. Que sera. It all worked out in the long... very long... run.
Regrets from today include a stop at Shoney's. Yeesh. I think they carve all the food for their buffet out of the same substance. It combines the consistency of tofu, and the flavor of deep-fried armpit. But everything tastes better with gravy!
Anyway, after a steaming hot mug of gravy, we failed to successfully tune in to the NLCS playoff game (AM Radio, why have you forsaken me? I always thought I could count on you for sports and ads for Credit Counseling Services), enjoyed the 70mph speed limit down here, and stopped for a pee break at a place that advertised fireworks, but might have been a cover for a full-blown military stockyard. There were some fireworks there I haven't seen since the last time I watched "Starship Troopers."
Tomorrow brings us through the rest of Tennessee, Arkansas, and finally Texas. My primary regret at the moment is that our trip through Texarkana will not be in a Trans Am (or conversely, an 18-wheeler full of Coors), and my sidekick is not a beleaguered basset hound named Fred.
Til tomorrow, I'm westbound and down.
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Southward ho! Adventure awats! Excelsior!
My breakfast suggestion: Little Debbie poundcake and Quick (I refise to use the term 'NesQuick.' Friggin sellout bunny). When you get to Austin, use this as a tour guide:
http://www.keepaustinweird.com/current.html
-Matt
As I sit here in a flourescent-lit office, my stomach gurgles from too much coffee. And what is the only remedy I can possibly think of right now?
Gravy.
My family used to go to Shoney's for Thanksgiving dinner back in my VA days. Nothing says "Suck it, Native Americans!" like three doizen eldery grannies fighting over the last drumstick on the buffet. Only it's not the last drumstick. Because it's a buffet.
this guy bob sounds like a douche...'nuff said.
Bob keeps giving me roofie cocktail and then touching me in my sleep i think. The thing i like most about texas is that finally people laugh at my nigger jokes. Oh and way for bob to leave out all the shit about the car accident that we were in and, the incredible Henry Rollins work out regime Ive been on since we've been down here. Oh and also Im paying for my whole trip With the Loot i scored at the the record show by selling it on ebay. I.E. original signed copy of the ramones sheena is a punk rocker 7". It's been an awesome trip I really looking forward to getting home and fucking my girlfriend on every surface of our ithaca abode (even though bob and I's Rotating "alone time in the suite" masturbation schedule has worked out great). Can't wait to Smell Bob's feet for 26 hours in the car ride home. See you All soon. Love Jonny.
P.S. I love Black People ,I don't think they're niggers.
P.P.S. Jarek Youre a Pussy for not coming. Peace
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