With only three hours left on the drive, I’ve been surprised by how the miles have flown. I was expecting the those 600+ miles to be disgustingly onerous, but even with another hour tacked on thanks to Indianapolis construction (well, non-construction – it’s a Sunday, so nothing’s happening, the lanes are just closed causing a backup from beyond the Illinois line) it hasn’t felt too brutal. I took 4 or so hours in the middle and Heather’s finishing it up. We just dined at Red Lobster and were reminded that oh yeah, it’s Fathers Day.
Lots and lots and lots of crying children. One was really grabby. I couldn’t figure out why the waiters were veering far from the table next to us until it was MY turn to walk past the booth and was rewarded with an infants sticky, slimy hand grabbing mine as I passed. You try not to look on in horror, but the child left a sticky, Pewsian trail on my hand where he’d snagged me… I saw it happen to three other people as the wised-up waiters continued to go out of their way to stay out of his way.
Here is that thing that No Beta does it’s thing with. There’s 6 outputs frm it and it’s apparently controlled by two theremin circuits and the cunning use of alligator clips. It made buzzes and whines and different beats. There was a lot of handwaving and clipping of THINGS and generally I suspect that he was using magic. Welcome home to my open mic in Takoma Park! We raced back from Saint Louis all the way to Maryland – and my open mic was specacular. Here’s No Beta doing what it is that they do with that thing that they do it with..
We’re on the home stretch of Ohio and we’re getting highway fireflies glittering along side of us in the trees and bushes as we race along.
Since we were driving to Takoma Park for my Everyday Gourmet open mic DIRECTLY from Pittsburgh, PA, Heather was along for the ride. She proceeded to blow peoples’ minds. A wonderful contrast to No Beta – Kirsten and Joy and Joe played mbiras and shakers.
We always seem to miss the seasons. When we left Maryland the fireflies had yet to appear, and when we got out of the car in Columbus, OH, they were out and about doing their best to get their glowy wiggle on. The weather’s gone from beautiful 70s to stifling, sticky 90s while we’ve been gone and Maryland will welcome us in a fashion similar to that globster lobster child. Blech.
