Tuesday, January 25, 2011

I'm Waiting at the Door

Hey, I'm looking for someone to come pick me up and drive me to California. I'm sick to death of winter. I can be ready in about 10 minutes.

During the drive I will talk endlessly about the Everest documentaries I've been watching, and what I know about Hillary Step and the overcrowding on the mountain and what I think about the ethics of survival. I will listen patiently while you talk about your job or kids or whatever, and I will be in charge of organizing change for tolls and keeping the tunes flowing.

Oh, then I'll get tired and probably fall asleep through a few states, and wake up grouchy and demanding a fountain coke, but once I get one, things will be back to normal.

If you give me an hour to get ready, I can get some Stuff you Should Know podcasts and my favorite TAL episodes ready so we can listen to those and then talk about addiction and bedbugs and the middle ages after each one.

So, great. Just...you know, let me know when you're on your way over.


  1. I'm on my way, with tacos.

    And...I listened to the Stuff You Should Know about the Mafia and the very next day was the big mafia sting. I felt superior while reading the newspaper accounts of it.

    Hang in there friend.

  2. Hey could you guys pick me up on the way?

  3. Um, could we listen to the Newsies soundtrack one time just for old times sake? If so, I'm headed out the door... I would also bring Chicken in a Biscuit crackers.

  4. Rachel, I am waiting by the figurative door for you. I listened to that one too. I was hoping their fake accents would be awesome, and they were.

    Liz, yes. Get your flip-flops ready. That's all you'll need.

    Rachel, I would pay good money for that soundtrack right now. And for chicken-in-a-biscuit crackers. Ugh, you're breaking my heart.