We made it home safely, though not entirely without trouble.
We got on the road around 10 this morning, and about 40 minutes later, the car started to shake and grumble, and one of those lights on the dashboard went on, indicating something was wrong with our dingy little 97 Honda Civic. Omar braved the cold and opened up the engine at a road-side UHaul drop off station. His diagnosis: the car is out of oil. So we stopped again a few minutes to buy oil and put it in the car, but the gurgling didn't stop. And it didn't stop the entire way home. We drove the last 300 miles at the average speed of 55mph, being passed by EVERYONE ELSE on the road, including a couple of old folks who could barely steer from behind us to the next lane.
In the end, we arrived back at the hood, all three of us, safe and sound. Like my father always asks us at the end of every family vacation: Did you have fun on this trip? What was your favorite part about it?
Sunday, April 8, 2007
Saturday, April 7, 2007
April 7
Omar wants to call this entry "Southern Discomfort." Please allow him to elaborate:
"it was a dark and stormy toilet - at least after I finished it was. After starting the trek back to NYC from the hotel this morning, we decided to eat another meal at the Waffle House, a staple of commercialized southern food more popular than IHOP. I had 2 scrambled eggs, hashbrowns, bacon strips, and a waffle. I later had serious digestive troubles - a direct cause of the southern comfort food which left me in southern discomfort. About an hour after finishing our meal and resuming the drive back to NYC, I had to get off I-95 to make a pit(iful) stop. I ran into a Pizza Hut restroom and pulled down my drawers as fast as possible only to discover that my discomfort was most likely a false alarm caused by seriously putrid gas. My hopes of a false alarm were quickly debunked as a couple of inquisitive bowel pushes resulted in a small brown leak. I decided to give a full fledged "ummmmphfff!" which led to a massive explosion of enormous proportions.
10 minutes later, my ass is still spewing liquids, the subsequent gas is filling the air with an acrid aroma, and my stomach isnt feeling any better. A handful of other men walked in the bathroom, and quickly used it and left, no doubt because of the putrid smell engulfing the room. At some point, a father walked in with a couple of young kids. One immediately said, "eeeewwww", and the other said "egggh!!" The father tried to hush them up, but the damage was done. To their brains, that is, from breathing in my disfiguring fumes.
In the end, the excruciating excrement took its toll on my body and left me battered, but unbroken. I cleaned up and hobbled out of the Pizza Hut to continue the journey. I shall survive."
On a completely different note, Maxie didn't perform as expected at the Easter Biscuit Hunt. He wasn't into the gourmet dog treat, so we basically had to pick up the cellophane wrapped doggie cookies and napoleons ourselves . Now, if there was a contest to hunt for discarded chicken bones on the street, we would have in our hands a champion!!!
"it was a dark and stormy toilet - at least after I finished it was. After starting the trek back to NYC from the hotel this morning, we decided to eat another meal at the Waffle House, a staple of commercialized southern food more popular than IHOP. I had 2 scrambled eggs, hashbrowns, bacon strips, and a waffle. I later had serious digestive troubles - a direct cause of the southern comfort food which left me in southern discomfort. About an hour after finishing our meal and resuming the drive back to NYC, I had to get off I-95 to make a pit(iful) stop. I ran into a Pizza Hut restroom and pulled down my drawers as fast as possible only to discover that my discomfort was most likely a false alarm caused by seriously putrid gas. My hopes of a false alarm were quickly debunked as a couple of inquisitive bowel pushes resulted in a small brown leak. I decided to give a full fledged "ummmmphfff!" which led to a massive explosion of enormous proportions.
10 minutes later, my ass is still spewing liquids, the subsequent gas is filling the air with an acrid aroma, and my stomach isnt feeling any better. A handful of other men walked in the bathroom, and quickly used it and left, no doubt because of the putrid smell engulfing the room. At some point, a father walked in with a couple of young kids. One immediately said, "eeeewwww", and the other said "egggh!!" The father tried to hush them up, but the damage was done. To their brains, that is, from breathing in my disfiguring fumes.
In the end, the excruciating excrement took its toll on my body and left me battered, but unbroken. I cleaned up and hobbled out of the Pizza Hut to continue the journey. I shall survive."
On a completely different note, Maxie didn't perform as expected at the Easter Biscuit Hunt. He wasn't into the gourmet dog treat, so we basically had to pick up the cellophane wrapped doggie cookies and napoleons ourselves . Now, if there was a contest to hunt for discarded chicken bones on the street, we would have in our hands a champion!!!
Friday, April 6, 2007
April 6
We love seafood. We love food in general, but we really do love seafood.
Today was another windy day here on Hilton Head Island. Omar thought he was really macho when we walked out to the beach with an undershirt and swimming trunks. Ha My and Maxie took a long walk along the beach, and when they returned, they found him huddled under Maxie's "supercape" towel.
It was off to Adventure Cove again today, where Omar lost to the champion, Ha My, in a round of miniature golf today. As a result, he had to get her a brown stuffed monkey, which bore a striking resemblance to the defeated. Ha My could not retain her title for too long as she lost to Omar in the second, more challenging, round of mini-golf. Omar didnt get a prize for winning. Maxie stayed in the car the entire time.
This brings us to the end of our time here in South Carolina. Tomorrow morning, we are going to enter Maxie in the Easter Biscuit Hunt before heading up north again back to New York.
Today was another windy day here on Hilton Head Island. Omar thought he was really macho when we walked out to the beach with an undershirt and swimming trunks. Ha My and Maxie took a long walk along the beach, and when they returned, they found him huddled under Maxie's "supercape" towel.
It was off to Adventure Cove again today, where Omar lost to the champion, Ha My, in a round of miniature golf today. As a result, he had to get her a brown stuffed monkey, which bore a striking resemblance to the defeated. Ha My could not retain her title for too long as she lost to Omar in the second, more challenging, round of mini-golf. Omar didnt get a prize for winning. Maxie stayed in the car the entire time.
This brings us to the end of our time here in South Carolina. Tomorrow morning, we are going to enter Maxie in the Easter Biscuit Hunt before heading up north again back to New York.
Thursday, April 5, 2007
April 5
Everywhere we go, people ask us if we rescued Maxie from a shelter. I guess he is too ugly of a mutt to have been bred.
We started out the day with the intention that Omar would put in some studying time while Ha My and Maxie take a walk on the beach. However, the doggie refused to walk when he realized that Omar wasn't following. That didn't stop him from peeing on a sand castle that two little kids were building, though. In the end, to pacify the pooch, we all sat on a beach blanket and read while he plopped his paw directly down on Ha My's book.
Today it was a little cooler in Hilton Head, so we headed to Savannah, GA. Ha My thought it was a lovely little town with little cobble stone, tree-lined streets. Omar thought it looked like a museum town: even the cathedral resembled a toy model. Maxie took full advantage and peed his way all over yet another state down the eastern coast. Lunch, courtesy of Hannah's Southern Cafe, was a delicious smorgasbord of smothered shrimps, corn bread, mac n cheese, sweet potato, and stuffing. We all walked around some more after lunch to try and ward off the itis, when suddenly, a funny little man approached us. He was very talkative, carried a plastic bag like a hobo, claimed to be a former hair-dresser and chef-to-be, and reeked of the sauce. But he was kind enough to take our photo as long as we said "Shitakke!" instead of "Cheese!!"
On the way back, we stopped at Adventure Cove to play skee-ball, air hockey and shoot hoops. In the end, we won 178 tickets and traded it in for a fake nerf-ball. We also learned today that down here, "plantation" is code name for a gated community.
Now we just learned that it is only 30 degrees or so in New York, which makes our day that much better!
We started out the day with the intention that Omar would put in some studying time while Ha My and Maxie take a walk on the beach. However, the doggie refused to walk when he realized that Omar wasn't following. That didn't stop him from peeing on a sand castle that two little kids were building, though. In the end, to pacify the pooch, we all sat on a beach blanket and read while he plopped his paw directly down on Ha My's book.
Today it was a little cooler in Hilton Head, so we headed to Savannah, GA. Ha My thought it was a lovely little town with little cobble stone, tree-lined streets. Omar thought it looked like a museum town: even the cathedral resembled a toy model. Maxie took full advantage and peed his way all over yet another state down the eastern coast. Lunch, courtesy of Hannah's Southern Cafe, was a delicious smorgasbord of smothered shrimps, corn bread, mac n cheese, sweet potato, and stuffing. We all walked around some more after lunch to try and ward off the itis, when suddenly, a funny little man approached us. He was very talkative, carried a plastic bag like a hobo, claimed to be a former hair-dresser and chef-to-be, and reeked of the sauce. But he was kind enough to take our photo as long as we said "Shitakke!" instead of "Cheese!!"
On the way back, we stopped at Adventure Cove to play skee-ball, air hockey and shoot hoops. In the end, we won 178 tickets and traded it in for a fake nerf-ball. We also learned today that down here, "plantation" is code name for a gated community.
Now we just learned that it is only 30 degrees or so in New York, which makes our day that much better!
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
April 4
Today started witgh a trip to the beach after a lazy morning. Maxie was allowed off his leash since it was before 10AM. He peed on a little kid's abandoned sand castle, and another little kid's red toy cart, bit Omar in the butt while chasing him into the ocean, and ran into a group of four older white people for no apparent reason, after taking his second dump in the sand. Omar had to scoop up the sand mixed with poop in his hand to throw away into a garbage since we had already used up the poop bag for Maxie's first monstrous duquee.
We took a long nap after the morning walk. When we went off to find a place to eat lunch, Omar conveniently forgot the map that would lead us to the restaurant, and a long pursuit for Southern comfort food ensued in hunger. But in the end, we enjoyed seafood and a pitcher of Hurricane from a place called (Cleveland) Steamer's. And now it's off to a beachy evening =)
We took a long nap after the morning walk. When we went off to find a place to eat lunch, Omar conveniently forgot the map that would lead us to the restaurant, and a long pursuit for Southern comfort food ensued in hunger. But in the end, we enjoyed seafood and a pitcher of Hurricane from a place called (Cleveland) Steamer's. And now it's off to a beachy evening =)
Tuesday, April 3, 2007
April 3
We are finally resting in the hotel room after a day and a half of road tripping. Maxie was a road dog warrior, Ha My was a great co-pilot, and Omar was a driving machine. The traffic leaving the city was the only significant slow down. Along the way, we spotted several funny street or town names:
Omar threatened him, and then offered to tickle his... intellect. In the end, Maxie is going to cost an extra 40 beans per night and we all stay in a handicap friendly room.
- Manassas
- Prince William Highway 3000
- Backlick Road
- Powhite Parkway
- Scuggsville
Omar threatened him, and then offered to tickle his... intellect. In the end, Maxie is going to cost an extra 40 beans per night and we all stay in a handicap friendly room.
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