Saturday, June 03, 2006
So begins our journey through Rusty and my trip to Nashville. There are a lot of pictures of Rusty since it was my camera, and I was the one taking pictures. The trip should give you a pretty good idea of what it's like to be me and to be random. I didn't take as many pictures as I should have, but I think it'll suffice.
To begin: this is me. And I'm getting into the limo that we were taking to the airport. My neighbor across the street owns it. That's my neighbor's house in the background. Not the limo-owning neighbor...just a random neighbor.
This is Rusty getting into the limo. He's holding "Tommy Boy." The plan was to watch the movie on the way to the airport, and laugh at all the funny traveling moments. There are plenty to laugh at. It's probably one of the funniest movies to quote .... ever.
So then we're driving down I-90 on the way to Chicago, and we slow down to get through the tollbooth, and the WHEEL FLIES OFF THE FORSAKEN LIMO! I mean, went shooting off! It soared. No joke. Then the axel was grinding on the ground, and sparks were flying, and we came to a screeching halt, and there was smoke, and colorful language...dear dear dear.
This is Rusty with the tire, after my dad retrieved it from the side of the road after a police officer pulled up, informed us the tire was about a block back, and drove away. Thank you for protecting and serving, Officer. Gosh.
Anyway, as my dad was walking down to get the tire, the punks driving along the highway were getting pretty dang close to the car. And I'm thinking "Okay, perfect. We're stuck in an awkward spot, and all we really need is for someone to smash into the back of us, and send us sailing into traffic or the highway divider wall." So I get out and stare at the cars going by so they don't get so close (they could totally help it...they were punks). And then this car gets all close to me, like they wanted to take me out, so I throw my hands up and start yelling, and Rusty is laughing, not sure what to do. I guess they don't fight like this in Nebraska. City girls are always ready to open a can. :)
Turns out the emergency highway people don't really like it when you are walking down the highway in the left lane, going the wrong direction. Hmm. So my dad got picked up on his way to go get the tire that the policeman told us about. And this is him getting out of the vehicle. You can kinda sorta see his head getting out of the passenger side.
The driver of this vehicle...we called him "Hank", even though I have no idea what his real name is...was the kind of person that definitely hates his life. He needed a good hug, a good cup of joe, some chocolate and a good Keith Urban song. I mean, come on man...lighten up. He yelled at me for getting out of the car to put my coat on. And he yelled at my dad for being in the way of traffic (um, hi, if we could move the car...WE WOULD!) Get a grip, sir.
So then, despite our best efforts, we missed our flight. We were very happy about that, as you can tell by the picture.
Onward!
To begin: this is me. And I'm getting into the limo that we were taking to the airport. My neighbor across the street owns it. That's my neighbor's house in the background. Not the limo-owning neighbor...just a random neighbor.
This is Rusty getting into the limo. He's holding "Tommy Boy." The plan was to watch the movie on the way to the airport, and laugh at all the funny traveling moments. There are plenty to laugh at. It's probably one of the funniest movies to quote .... ever.
So then we're driving down I-90 on the way to Chicago, and we slow down to get through the tollbooth, and the WHEEL FLIES OFF THE FORSAKEN LIMO! I mean, went shooting off! It soared. No joke. Then the axel was grinding on the ground, and sparks were flying, and we came to a screeching halt, and there was smoke, and colorful language...dear dear dear.
This is Rusty with the tire, after my dad retrieved it from the side of the road after a police officer pulled up, informed us the tire was about a block back, and drove away. Thank you for protecting and serving, Officer. Gosh.
Anyway, as my dad was walking down to get the tire, the punks driving along the highway were getting pretty dang close to the car. And I'm thinking "Okay, perfect. We're stuck in an awkward spot, and all we really need is for someone to smash into the back of us, and send us sailing into traffic or the highway divider wall." So I get out and stare at the cars going by so they don't get so close (they could totally help it...they were punks). And then this car gets all close to me, like they wanted to take me out, so I throw my hands up and start yelling, and Rusty is laughing, not sure what to do. I guess they don't fight like this in Nebraska. City girls are always ready to open a can. :)
Turns out the emergency highway people don't really like it when you are walking down the highway in the left lane, going the wrong direction. Hmm. So my dad got picked up on his way to go get the tire that the policeman told us about. And this is him getting out of the vehicle. You can kinda sorta see his head getting out of the passenger side.
The driver of this vehicle...we called him "Hank", even though I have no idea what his real name is...was the kind of person that definitely hates his life. He needed a good hug, a good cup of joe, some chocolate and a good Keith Urban song. I mean, come on man...lighten up. He yelled at me for getting out of the car to put my coat on. And he yelled at my dad for being in the way of traffic (um, hi, if we could move the car...WE WOULD!) Get a grip, sir.
So then, despite our best efforts, we missed our flight. We were very happy about that, as you can tell by the picture.
Onward!
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Hahaha....oh man.... Of course something like this would end up happening to you guys. I can see how this would be a trip you will never forget! :) The pics are great too! You two are nuts! :)
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