It's not that the drive to Tallahassee is particularly difficult, just that it's LONG AS BALLS. (Do not question that simile.) Nearly three hours if you factor in that you're going to have to stop at least once. But the trip was rewarding, and the drive back was really kind of zen.
Tallahassee is an interesting part of Florida, because it has GEOGRAPHY. Hills and stuff. I mean I'm not impressed but I'm impressed. (Total flatlander here.) Around 7:45 or 8:00 on my drive back, my car crested a really high hill and in the light of the setting sun I could see what seemed like the whole world laid out in front of me, stretching towards an infinite horizon. The sky on Florida highways can feel really small because it's basically a two-lane road cut through a corridor of trees, but for about 45 seconds while I coasted down the hill I could enjoy that.
And then all I had to look forward to was the ridiculously dark stretch of road around 8:45 where I started hallucinating overpasses where there were none. That was fun. I started to suspect I was in the twilight zone for a while there but then the lights of the nearest gas station pulled me out of it.
Also I drove 150 miles on a quarter of a tank in my minivan. CRUISE CONTROL IS A MAGICAL INVENTION.
Had a conversation in which I was informed that it's nearly impossible for a girl to wind up in the friend zone. Clearly, I've been doing something wrong because it's the only place I'm capable of landing. Anyone have any thoughts on my improbable aiming skills? (Get me out of the friend zone. It's lonely here. That doesn't make me sound desperate, does it?)
Back to NYC in like five days. Bring it on. Can't wait to get back.
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