Notes from the Road

(In no order and with no coherent transitions, because I have been up since 3 am.)

Backseat Coach and I got up so early for our 5 am flight and were so spacey that we accidentally attempted to rob a Dunkin’ Donuts when we both walked out assuming the other had paid. (We were quickly apprehended in the parking lot but laughed so hard when confronted that we were released on our own recognizance after coughing up the six bucks we owed them.)

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Travel Advisory: if you wear a cowboy hat in Texas, people assume you know where you’re going.

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Overheard at Enterprise Rental Car in the Austin airport:

Rental car guy: Let’s see…you’re getting a Ford Explorer…
BSC: Yup.
Rental car guy: Do you want a black one or a silver one?
BSC: Uh, silver, I guess.
Me: What?!
BSC: Oh – did you want the black one?
Me: TEAM COLORS. HELLO.
Rental car guy: Oh! Are you here for the Boston Militia?
BSC & Me: Um, yeah, we are.
Rental car guy: Yeah! They were all here yesterday. They got some big vehicles. [pause] They were big. [pause] And their bags were bigger.

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My shining moment of the day came when BSC and I had boarded the plane that would take us from Boston to Houston (en route to Austin), and as we were pulling away from the gate, BSC was showing me the very cool Twitter app he uses on his iPhone, which I apparently chose to express my excitement about by yelling “OH MY GOD, THAT’S THE BOMB!”

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You can take the girl out of the city, but you can’t take the city out of the girl

Me: Whoa! I just saw a guy wearing a checkered shirt and a cowboy hat and he wasn’t even kidding!
BSC: I know, baby. He does that every day.
Me: Every day?
BSC: Every day.
Me: Whoaaaaaaa.