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The only coffee shop in Oklahoma, closed on Sunday. Because, you know, no one wants a fucking coffee on Sundays. (Yes, that's our sad sad reflection in the window.)
This is the Part I blog Jamey wrote about our experiences driving across the US last week. I’ll continue to sort through a multitude of hilarious photos and work on writing a follow-up. Enjoy!!
Kate and I have been on this constant quest for a good cup of coffee. So much of this trip is about looking for something and just not knowing how. We searched truck stops and exit ramp locales, we experimented with gas station dispensers. Through highways and byways there was a puzzling lack of supply for our demand. Apart from the deficiency of recognizable chain store coffee shops, the rest stop java (our only choice at this point) was appallingly bad. Now I truly believe that coffee is the gift of gods and worthy of episodic focus and introspection. It’s a cherished hot beverage that provides the fuel that it takes to be me. So you can understand that at hour 12 of straight driving the lack of brew had me at slightly anxious and in the throes of classic addiction,
“Dude isn’t weird how there are no D&D’s?” Not even a Crispy Crème and this is Crispy Crème country. Hour by hour and the situation was becoming dire. By hour 20 I was irrationally emotional.
“Does no one in middle America drink coffee??? “
The pinnacle of my breakdown was when somewhere in Kentucky we passed a billboard boasting of the best brew in the world. In the world? Really? Score!! But I suspiciously eyed the dark liquid as Kate pulled a knob marked creamer and watched horrified as a dusty powder fell out. The remaining coffee had turned to an unnatural gray concoction with a stinging smell and tar-like taste. She endured it with a little flinching but I was crestfallen. I don’t know what these people in the Midwest call it, but back home in CT we refer to this affliction as “ass coffee” for the similarity in taste and texture of liquid diarrhea. The contrast between the misguided arrogant highway sign and the reality could not be harsher. I surrender!
But the truth is sometimes you just can’t circumvent shittiness. Even with the best laid intentions, plans fall short, you fall prey to traps, and you just have to roll with it. The car is already in motion and not going to stop for the faint of heart. Wait. Are we talking about my life or a god damn cup of coffee? Does it matter? I look through the windshield at the awe inspiring scenery and my issues seem so … small. Failed love, failed career, its as important as a failed drip and ill prepared grind. Add in the taste of escape to my stimulus addiction and you have a girl searching for fulfillment in all the wrong places. There is no caffeinated paradise, but maybe the hunt for utopia alone is enough. Its hope at least.
We just blew out of Oklahoma City and the sky is so blue, its huge against the unending open road, energizing enough to keep pushing forward, and wait, hey dude slow down, is that a Starbucks I see twinkling on the horizon…
What happens when good girls get no coffee...
Here’s a video of Betty Page and Tempest Storm petting and playing. What a babe… Will write more later, at work. Long live the Pin-up!
more about “Betty Page Dies at 85“, posted with vodpod
Kind of funny in an unfunny way… Here is something else born in 1923 that died last night on the Senate floor. WTF. I don’t understand how the legislature can basically throw $700 billion at the banking industry who helped to get the economy into this mess and yet block a bridge loan to an industry powered by union workers in Detroit. Oh wait, the operative word there is “Union”. Who hates organized workers more than anything? Chris Dodd actually turned it out last night, harshly criticizing Republicans who let politics get in the way of helping an industry whose failure will trickle down throughout the country. Isn’t it the Republicans who tout the benefits of the trickle down economy? Guess they don’t care who the shit hits on the way down.
See Michael Moore’s scathing editorial at http://www.thedailybeast.com/blogs-and-stories/2008-12-12/does-the-senate-hate-the-middle-class/
