On Interstate 40

Posted By on February 14, 2005

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“What A Weekend That Was”

Normally, I only drive 870 miles to see the person I love. However, this last weekend, I drove a whopping 1170 miles! Why 1170? Why not just 870 like normal? Well, first I must be honest: I did not drive the entire 1170 miles. I only drove about 650 miles. My good friend Sammy drove the other 520. But! (and this is the crucial part), my good friend Sammy also paid for the gas required to make the trip. So, for an extra 300 miles of total vehicular-confinement time and a net reduction of 220 miles of actual driving time, plus fuel expenses paid for, 1170 miles isn’t that bad.

And by “isn’t that bad” I mean horribly monotonous. God, that’s not something I want to do again in the near future.

But I made it back all in one piece, and what’s more–I got to see Susan! The thought of seeing her made the first half of those 1170 miles seem to pass in mere seconds (unfortunately, leaving her to return home made the second half of the 1170 miles feel like an afternoon spent watching infomercials and not being able to change the channel because you were in a car accident the week before and were paralyzed from the neck down and the nurse just left the room and the volume’s up too loud and the remote’s two feet away from you but of course you can’t move your arms so that doesn’t do you much good, now does it?)

But I saw Susan. Compared to the weeks I spent waiting for this trip, the drive there and back was a snap of the fingers (a really, really long snap of the fingers–and what’s more, there was nothing else I could do while watching the fingers snap, that’s all there was; just this thumb and two fingers, snapping; couldn’t look away, had to keep my eyes on them the entire time; sure, there was plenty of music playing while the fingers snapped, but the sound of them snapping overpowered the music at times, and it was not a pleasant sound, either–but a snap of the fingers nonetheless). But I saw Susan, and I’d sit through an entire day of someone snapping their fingers if it meant five minutes with her that I otherwise wouldn’t have.

I will say, this was by far my best visit to Conway thus far, and I look forward to the next with eager anticipation.

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4 Responses to “On Interstate 40”

  1. Christina says:

    I like your analogies. I also like how you went that entire entry without giving one single detail of your weekend, except that you were in Conway and you saw Susan. Nice job.

  2. Steve says:

    What I have just read suggests that I may want to reconsider a potential journey northward to AR…considering it’s even longer from Austin.

  3. Dallas says:

    “I also like how you went that entire entry without giving one single detail of your weekend, except that you were in Conway and you saw Susan. Nice job.”

    That’s because it’s none of your business!