This post recounts the miserable day which was May 20th, 2010.
Ok. 5 AM wakeup. Good. Car all packed. Good. Leland ready in the common room. Good. Hunger. Not so good. Decide to drive to Walmart and pick up something for the road. Bad idea. Very bad. Got a flat tire 2 minutes from Walmart. Call AAA, and since it is 5 in the morning, good luck. We walk to Walmart and see if they have any tires to replace ours (we cant keep up our trip on the spare). The closest Walmart that has our tires was in Grosse Tete, LA. About 45 minutes west. The AAA guy comes and tows us all the way there. What a waste of time. Was so upset at this new development that once we got to Grosse Tete, we remembered poor Leland probably still sitting in the common room at the hostel waiting for us. Without cell phones, nor the number of the hostel, reaching him to say we were sorry seemed near impossible.Finally bought 2 new front tires and we were back on the road at around 9 AM. We drove all day, making very limited pit stops for coffee and teeth brushing. We just drove and drove and drove on the endless I-10 freeway, and finally, Houston. Unfortunately, we couldn't stop and watch the game that night since the Habs were playing in Game 3 vs. the Flyers, so we decided to switch up our days, and go to San Antonio first, meet Tyler's friend Beverly, then tomorrow go to Houston, and then Austin the next day. I started rolling down my window to have some "fresh air" and all was good. Rolling it up on the other hand, not so much. The window popped out of its socket and wasn't hanging on by much, especially driving 75 miles per hour in Houston. One hand was holding the window and one hand the wheel, and Tyler was doing the signaling for lane changes. We stopped shortly thereafter for some gas and to try and fix it, but it was a lost cause. (To this day in Long beach, it is still not fixed.) We drove the last 3.5 hours to San Antonio with no open window, much to my chagrin.
We got to Beverly's house at around 5PM. The Habs were playing at 6PM CT. We met the folks, lovely people, and ate dinner and watched an amazing display of our Habs at their finest. Post-game, and a few rum and cokes down, the karaoke machine made an appearance and we sang and sang, Beatles, Shania Twain and others...Quite the evening, and to top it off, 3 games of 3 AM Yahtzee! Aww, vacation!
And tomorrow was to be another day.
Driving today: 8 hours
Album of the day: Rain Dogs by Tom Waits
People we have upset on this trip: 1 (Leland the traveling musician)
People that love us on this trip: like 40,000 because we're amazing and Canadian!
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