We had a great day today, our second day in Billings, Montana. First we drove around down town for a few hours trying to find the Rimrock Mall, then we hung out some more with Dan’s parents for a while, followed by spending the rest of the evening with Dan’s super-cool cousin Noni and her equally cool husband Kent and son Kasey. :) (Shout outs to her kitty Zach!)
Tomorrow we’re driving down to Powell to see Dan’s hometown and then to Worland to stay with Dan’s brother Curt. (I hope I spelled that correctly!) Before that road trip, we’re going to get a late breakfast with Kint and make a few stops at a used camera store we passed today and at a pet store to get Kurt’s snake some food (read: mice. ick.)
By the way, the home page looks all ugly because I screwed it up before we left, which has been causing it give errors whenever you try to load it. So, in case you wern’t able to read that first post, check out the kitty cam. I miss my kitties!!! I’m f’ing exhausted, so I’m going to bed now. Good night!
So far it’s like Twin Peaks meets 7th Heaven — but in a good way. Dan’s family have been great to me since we got here. Dan’s dad is hillarious… always telling jokes and stories. Kind of like my mom’s husband except without the overwhelming feeling that you’re somehow being manipulated.
We were supposed to get a Chevy Cavalier from the rental place, but it wasn’t clean yet or something so we ended up getting a Toyota Corolla with a CD player! I can’t wait to cruise around Montana as the only carload of fags listening to Public Enemy. :)
We laid over in Minneapolis for about two hours. I was really scared that I was going to have to bludgeon the first person that spoke to me in that fucking accent but the only one I heard from from some indian girl (dot not feather) at A&W so I let it slide just because it was such a bizzare mixure of sounds coming from her mouth. Did I mention that all the fast food places here are staffed with curteous, polite, completely non-ethnic people? Kind of culture shock to hear “Welcome to McDonalds, may I have your order?” instead of “Welco’ to McDon’l’s, Mav’yoda?”
We just stuffed ourselves at the Continental Breakfast at our Super 8 motel. Mmmm. Not sure what’s going on today.. I think I’m hanging out with the in-laws and then going to spend time with Dan’s cousin Noni – whom I met yesterday and seemed extremely cool. I’m typing this quickly so it’s probably riddled with errors. Oh well. :) I’ll fix it later. I’ll try to post a bit more later tonight.
Ok, I’ve been kind of freaking out on the fact that tomorrow morning at 5am (Oh my god, that’s like 3 hours from now) I’m going to be on my way to the airport to get on a plane. I haven’t flown since I was 13 years old… and dispite the fact that air travel is supposedly the safest form of travel – I’m still a little scared of the whole thing. However, this phobia is nothing to the guilt I feel over leaving my kitties for 7 days. (Well, six. if you dont include the Saturday we’re leaving (today) and the Saturday we’re coming back. Sunday. Monday. Tuesday. Wednesday. Thursday. Friday. Yep, Six complete days.) I have formed the Kitty Squad to handle this situation.
Gina: Morning feedings/waterings/playing..
Julie: Afternoon feedings/waterings/playing..
Alberto: Evening “hang out time.”
Yes, I actually asked Albert to stop by and just hang out with them for a while a few days. I’m that paranoid they’ll be alone and start to hate us for leaving them. Alberto’s reply: “Ok, but that… is so gay.” I think he’s right. :)
No wait, it gets worse: KITTY CAM. Yes, I set up a webcam to monitor the bedroom for movement of any kind. Hopefully, we’ll be able to catch a glimpse of them jumping on the bed or curling up for a long whittle kitty nap. I’m my god, I’m getting a lump in my throat just imagining that. It’s like Dead Poet’s Society all over again.
Anyway, hopefully the camera won’t freeze, Lydia or Plato won’t knock the cam off the desk and we can all enjoy my neurosis together. Meow.
I’ve been trying to think of something to say to the person who stole my camera bag out my car on Saturday, but I’ve feared if I tried to put something down it’ll just be filled with hate. Hate leads to anger. Anger leads to the dark side. Instead, I’ll just wish you well and hope you find my gear as inspiring as I did instead of just hocking it all for $50 at some used jewelry store in Metairie. You fucker.
If any friends of mine read this and I didn’t tell you in person, it’s because I really don’t want to talk about this right now.