somewhere between here and there

i slept so well last night, better than i can remember in a long time… went to bed around 1230, but to me it was more like 930pm from the jetlag, and i didn’t even have to take any sleeping pills. i was just so comfortable and happy that i fell *right* aslep, no crappy waiting period between closing my eyes and actual unconsciousness. it was so lovely. i never thought that’d be possible for me… well, at least i know that there is a cure for my insomnia now, and he’s damn cute πŸ˜‰
i am freezing my ass off right now, who’d have thought a basement apartment in atlanta would be so brutally cold?
i arrived last night, tired and sweaty from a long, long flight with turbulence so bad i actually started making mental lists of things i regret not having done or said… but i got here safely, that’s all that matters. one more flight before philly… kinda reminds me of that song “i went from phoenix arizona all the way to tacoma. philadelphia, atlanta, la” except i did that last part in reverse. ha. and i’ve been to phoenix. twice in one week. just never tacoma. moving on….%0
so this past weekend was nopi phoenix, as i mentioned earlier.
it was awesome.
a weekend of fast cars, booze, great people and sun.
what could be better?
i decided it would be best to trailer my car the 800-mile roundtrip since i am running really low on cash lately (first month’s rent due in philly in a few days and my bank account balance is “yeah right”) and couldn’t afford the oil it’d burn driving so far… so steve from work said he’d gladly whore out his truck and trailer to me, just not in those exact words πŸ˜‰
the trailer, to put it nicely, was slightly on the ghetto side.
consequently, my car has now been dubbed the “trailer trash queen”. greeeeaat. ha.
since we live in la, we hit ridiculous traffic on the way out, 75 miles in just under four hours. watch out speed racer! we got in to phoenix at around 230am local time. i got to split the driving with steve which was fun since i’ve never trailered before. my only regret? not bringing a trucker hat with me for added authenticity. damnit.
anthony drove the gay16turbo out too, i felt bad since steve and i at least had eachother for company and he only had the turbospool… what a long drive.
we wound up crashing the night at my buddy jon’s apartment in chandler, but since i am an idiot i didn’t ask if he had pets, and he did, and i am deathly allergic to kitties, i conseque
ntly spent the entire night debating whether or not i should bash my head into the wall just so i could pass out and get some sleep. but i was too sick to get up the energy to do it. oh well.
saturday morning woke up bright and early, me a coughing sniffling mess of pure suffering, and drove to the local diy carwash. i hadn’t washed my car in months, my rims were almost black from brakedust, and all the rain from the previous night being on the trailer really did a number on my girl… so i’m washing, and these two s14a’s show up, and this one guy keeps staring at my car, so later i walk over just to say hi and we get to talking and he was pretty cute, nice guy, actually knew what he was talking about (had a quick discussion about turbine a/rs) etc etc and out of nowhere he’s like so uh can i have your phone number? i made some lame comment about philadelphia long distance blah blah cause i didn’t want to be rude, but 5 minutes later he asks again, so i again divert the conversation. at that point, steve and anthony and jon and mike come walking over, so this guy’s like ‘oh are you hanging out with any of these guys?’ hanging out? um? ‘no, like, are you seeing any of them’ so i’m like if by hanging out and seeing do you mean dating then no, but i do have a boyfriend. his response? ‘oh i uh was uh asking for your number for my friend!’ real smooth buddy, real smooth… actually ran int
o him at the show later that day where he introduced me to his girlfriend. yep. i found that situation funny as hell too πŸ˜‰
so the event was a lot of fun. minus the part where i pulled my plug wires to clean in the valley and one of them ripped it’s insides out and stuck to the plug and me getting pissed because i couldn’t afford a new wire. but i am fortunate because i have my own personal pitcrew. i walked over to the garrett hauler to borrow some pliers from bothwell in a desperate attempt to ghettorig the wire, and steve made me a whole new one from scratch in under 5 minutes. i ❀ our race team. speaking of, they kicked butt as usual, petunia was her beautiful blindingly fast self, and we qualified in the number one spot each round. sweeeeet.
that night we all went out to dinner with some other guys, it was fun but i still felt like crap. then to the hotel room so graciously supplied by garrett as a sort-of “going away present” to party it up for the rest of the night.
sunday was pretty much an exact duplicate of saturday, hanging out, partying, general racousness.
garrett won the pro 4cyl class, just edging out gardella in the finals. haha bring it on nj!! but it was a great race, we were the only pro4cyl to be in the 7s that weekend, three times even. everyone was so happy, it was wonderful. what a great way to start the season.
other highlights from the weekend
my car winning 1st place infiniti and 2nd place nopi chic (ha!)
meeting/hanging out with all the nico guys, they sure know how to have a good time
bogarting the garrett golf cart and tearassing around firebird raceway, through a swarm of killer bees. oops.
not getting painfully sunburned like steve and jon because i was smart and pre-gammed πŸ˜‰
winning a quick release in the nico raffle. that gives me an excuse to buy a hub and a wheel.
having two of our distributors argue over who gets to hire me next (that was fun)
and a bunch more stuff i’ll probably remember at a later time and then forget to update about it…
the drive home wasn’t too bad, other than steve ripping his contact and me having to drive almost 400 miles straight through while i kept falling sleep and tried to somehow manage to keep the trailer on the road in my dangerously drowsy state. we got back to torrance at about 3am, went home and went right to sleep.
spent monday and tuesday packing and cleaning up all lose ends, and now, well, here i am in georgia.
i really don’t want to go back to philadelphia… i want to run away from responsibility and just have fun. i don’t like classes where i pay out the ass to learn shit i already know and/or will never use. that is, if i even learn anything at all. i don’t want to have to run into people i don’t particularly care for and ha
ve to make polite, pleasant converation with. hrm, maybe i won’t, maybe i’ll just flip them off instead. yeah, that’ll work. but really, anyway, i don’t want to go. philly’s boring. i outgrew that city after the first year of being there…
what else… it’s still cold here, but i don’t want to turn the heat on because heat is expensive and i’m the only one home so i’d feel guilty. maybe i will just crawl back into bed and take a nap and wait until he gets home from work… i’m happy here. not the geographical “here”, but the metaphorical. i don’t really know where it’s going, and as much as i’d like to, i keep telling myself why worry? things are good, i’m happy, i’m having fun, no need to rush or complicate it. whatever happens, happens. although i would like for him to stick around for a while. see, there i go again, getting ahead of myself. no need to do that, just take it day by day and be grateful that i am lucky enough to have him in my life.
anyway, time to go find something else to do to kill time…

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