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Beware the Rodeo Clown Raggedy Andy

I had this really weird dream the other night. I was standing in a giant rodeo corral and there was an old car - like an Oldsmobile - facing me. It was filled with men dressed as Raggedy Andy. The car kept chasing me around and I was running all over the corral.

From time to time I'd get the best of the Raggedy Andy Rodeo Clown of Doom-mobile and I'd jump on the hood and hang on for dear life screaming through the window "What is wrong with you motherf*****s?"

Yes. I did use foul language in my dream. I can't be held completely responsible for my subconscious or my id.

Anyway, a couple days later I told Deeps about it.

ME: Hey did I tell you about my weird dream?
Deep: What weird dream?
ME: The one with Raggedy Andy and the Rodeo?
Deep (pausing thoughtfully, then slowly speaking): There is no good answer to that question.

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By: Alyssa | Wednesday, August 27, 2003 at Wednesday, August 27, 2003 | |

Vacation disasters.... the legend continues
I think I've done something to displease the vacation gods. Somewhere along the way I've upset or maligned them in some way because every time I make non-business travel plans, very bad things happen.

1995 - Big fat blizzards: I'm trapped either at school or at home, unable to get where I need to be. Also, I lose my luggage every time I fly for the next 2 years.

1997 - Big fat drive across America: 80 miles from our destination the rear axel of Deeps' car breaks and we're trapped in Michigan City, Indiana with our cat, our belongings and our hope - packed in a U-Haul trailer. We spend the next 5 days waiting for a part to be delivered. It's the best vacation ever.

2000 - Big fat floods: I travel with Deeps (our first major vacation trip together) to the beautiful United Kingdom. We enjoy a lovely walk from King's Cross to our hotel at Kensington - which was very far away. We land in the midst of a massive security alert and London is nearly at a stand-still. The next day it's nice, the day after - it starts raining and rains every day. Also, the tube stop near our hotel is constantly out of service and we have to hike up from Gloucester Road every time we come back. Now rainy weather isn't unsual. When we arrived, the north country was flooding. By the time we leave, London is already starting to flood.

2003 - Big Fat Waste: We plan a relaxing 4 day weekend at a spa/inn in the Berkshires. We agree to leave all annoyances behind, to enjoy the beauty of the area and indulge ourselves in some serious spa treatments. Instead, hours after arriving we find ourselves stranded after a key breaks off in the ignition of the car. We spend an extra day - we miss most of our spa appointments, we eat crap food and have to rent a car to get home. (picking up our own car days later).

2003 - Big Apple Blackout: We're supposed to leave tomorrow. At the time we planned the trip, it seemed simple enough - drive down, spend a few days in a swanky hotel (which I found at Cheaprooms.com for a song) and take in some of the museums, enjoy some great food and just chill. Maybe we'll go tomorrow - perhaps there will be power by then. The real question is - if there's power, will any of the food still be edible? I know it's going to be a hot weekend. I'm just hoping it won't be a really hot, sad weekend.

By the way
We were supposed to go to Paris this month - you know the City of lights, heatwaves, death and despair? We'd planned on going to Paris at the end of August. But my sister Jill is getting married, so we opted to postpone. I still think we'll go, I just need to wait until things aren't burning, flaming, or overly sweaty. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

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By: Alyssa | Thursday, August 14, 2003 at Thursday, August 14, 2003 | |

Big Wet Dog

Boston sorta stinks. Actually we all stink now. We've had this "Tropical Depression" thingey for a while. We had it for a week, then it went away for a few days, then it came back. According to the Weather Channel it's going to hang around for another 4 or 5 days.

So - we all have hair plastered to our heads, every woman I know is having the worst hair day of her life (for weeks at a time) and in general the city smells like a wet dog.

On the bright side - we're not suffering like those poor bastards in Europe. Talk about a stinky place - 105 in Paris? Probably not so nice.

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By: Alyssa | Saturday, August 09, 2003 at Saturday, August 09, 2003 | |

 
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