Larry’s philosophy regarding road trips is that we should drive as long as possible on one day so that we can chill out a little the next day and look around.
Today was the long day.
At first, we came up with lots of ways to amuse ourselves. Larry sang. I invented a few games to play like, Find My Phone, Listen to My Work Calls and Spot the Starbucks (he won all three) – but about 5 hours into the drive, my excitement had started to wane. And so began the 5 stages of the grief...that I gave to Larry.
2:30pm Denial - I start arguing with the GPS - positive we don't have 9 more hours to go.
(And I was right. We had 10.)
4:30pm Anger - Okay okay, we've only been married for a few months. This is as angry as we get.
6:30pm Bargaining - I try to convince Larry that Cincinnati would be a much better place to stop for the night and that we can get up really early tomorrow to make it to Evansville on time. He agrees to stop for dinner and then insists we get back in the car.
8:30pm Depression - The sun is sinking along with my dreams. Sadness envelopes me.
10:30pm Acceptance - Defeated, I book a room in Evansville, IN - another 2 hours away. We make it there only by blasting the air conditioning and singing along to Right Said Fred.
I'm not one to point fingers, but...HEY EVERYBODY! LOOK AT LARRY! HIS ROAD TRIP PLANNING STINKS!