Day 1 of the Great American Tour

Okay, we haven't left yet.

But chronicling this vacation is going to be fun, gentlemen (I'm sure any gir-woman who reads this blog at my behest would never, ever, mind being called gentlemen), and we are going to freak out bananas before we even get out of the county.

We have to:

Pack
Get stuff done
Pack

I thought the perfect way to prepare for the trip would be to sit and write a blog about it. Ha.

It's going to be an adventure, folks, and you are going to read all about it. So far, I have a headache, and feel lost! Brilliant!

*UPDATE*

Well, I know it's actually day 2 already, but we are just settling in for the night, in Scottsdale. I drove the last two hours; the last 30 mins I had to jam my fist into my sciatic nerve so I wouldn't have to pull over and hop around! I'm too young for this crap. But we're in our Spring Suite, and I put the soft sheets on the bed (I can't stand crunchy nasties) and now we're ready to get cozy.

And while I'm glad there is a new theater close by, playing new movies in fabulous uber super sound, I'm so sick of the same old super strip mall shopping center everywhere we go. Wells was wrong. Big brother is a shopping mall. (Or maybe that is what the book was about -- I don't know. I only read A Brave New World.) It all the same, and while I don't mind feeling secure that I can get my perscriptions at any Target nationwide (I actually don't currently have any, but they at least have my info) I really don't need the constant reminder that everyone in America is giving thier money to the same two people, who just keep getting richer and richer and richer and richer while we get more in debt. It's so disheartening. But have heart! or take heart! Or man up! Or get me a beer!