Similar weather 25 years later! WOW!

I am back. I wanted to post yesterday as it was more date pertinent, but I didn't so deal with that!

Given the date, February, and the mild temperatures, rain and fog around here, I was reminded of this time in 1984. Twenty five fucking years ago! It was Reading Week, a break from school, and a bunch of frat brothers and myself took off a day early (February 10th) to road trip down to our chapter at the University of Illinois in beautiful Champagne-Urbana. Somehow, I ended up driving my father's huge 1982 Pontiac Grand Prix.

I was driving 4 other brothers and there was plenty of room, especially for me in the front seat. It was a position that I would never relinquish. In my car was the always fun JLC and a certain brother with stinky feet and a lisp. We never did see him shower, not that we were looking, but it made us wonder what was up with that. It was at that moment we seemed to think (it was a group effort) that he had no dick. Well, we actually surmised that he had his dick blown off in Vietnam and he was left with a "dick stump". That would explain his reluctance to shower and the stinky feet.

Anyway, I drove the first leg (picking up everybody) to our first stop at a McDonald's in Woodstock (where JLC lost/left his sunglasses). Somebody else got us to the border, with me up front along with the case of beer. I did drive the last leg, south through Illinois, in the dark and a bit of fog. We got there at night and it was a pre-rush weekend event (they were hosting a bunch of guys who were going to be going to Illinois in September) so we just hung in some dude's room, smoking weed, drinking beer and eating pizza (sounds like a dream evening to me still).

Anyway, the point of the story, without getting into how trashed I became or the fact that it was a blur, is that I had agreed (half-heartedly) that if I were to stop driving (home), I would sit in the back. Fuck that shit! I will continue to drive and do the whole 10 or so hours on my own OR kill us all trying.

We had decided to watch the Illinois/Iowa basketball game before leaving. Picture 5 wasted Canadians sitting in the stands, that was us. We left and I was not sure how I was going to manage the drive and the fatigue. Coffee is an amazing thing, as I loaded up on that during dinner. We made good time to the border with a fill up in Ann Arbor. It was about midnight that we hit the border. It looked like it would be clear sailing from there. I was so wrong.

About an hour outside of Windsor, we hit thick fog. Suddenly, I am going slow as I cannot see a thing. Now, given how bleak this area is by daylight, I prefer to drive it at night so I can pretend there is something to see. This was the most fatiguing thing for me. The 3 hour drive, driven at a not unreasonable rate of speed, took a good 4 and a half hours. I did not get into my house until just after 5am

Here was the start of our February vacation and it was mild, rainy and foggy, just like the past couple of days around here. Winter roared back later that week and month, so I realize that you have to enjoy this break from the cold and snow while it happens.

How is that for a useless story? Of course, it was not pointles, just useless. Ciao!