Bye bye Boise

This morning I took the Ws to breakfast to thank them for their amazing hospitality. We went to a place called Elmer's that happened to be on S. Lois Ave. (Lois is my mother's name :) Again, as always seems to happen with this crew, the conversation ranged all over the place, from Gloria Steinem, to toupees, to cheerleading. Life is never boring with the Ws!

Anyway, I had a wonderful time in Boise thanks to them, and I am so grateful!

Then it was on the road again. Roughly 590 miles of road, through Boise, Oregon, and north into Washington on rte 84, 82, 90, and 5. I made it as far as Mount Vernon, WA. I had planned to get to Bellingham, which is one of the last pretty big towns before you hit the Canadian border, but with the time change (I gained an hour), I managed to hit Seattle exactly at rush hour. Good music helped (Freedom 90 by George Michael, a Squeeze song called Vicky Verky that I actually think is about a high school pregnancy, Starry Eyed Surprise by Paul Oakenfold, Red Morning Light by the Kings of Leon, Light in Your Eyes by Cheryl Crow), but it was basically stop-start traffic for an hour or more.

And those of you who are familiar with the Worthington Curse know how bad something like rush hour can get for us Worthingtons. Basically, the Worthington Curse is that pretty much all members of my immediate family have the uncanny ability to pick the slowest grocery line, toll booth line, or highway lane. Every single time. One time I even picked a toll booth line that led nowhere. Truly. It kind of led into the middle of two other lines. One good thing about the Curse is that I am resigned to my fate. I just pick a lane and stay there. It used to drive me crazy to see other cars zooming by, but now I just stay in my lane and sing along to the radio.

I saw a bumper sticker that made me think of Marcel: "My husband use to be this dirty." I'm assuming it means that the car is dirty or something. I didn't really get the message, but that's not why I thought of Marcel anyway. I thought of him because if he had seen it, he would have had a conniption that there is not a "d" on the end of "use." I was kind of upset by it too, but it could have been the traffic.

Anyway, it was a long stretch, which meant I wanted out earlier than I had planned. Driving is really tiring, even though all you're doing is sitting on your hiney all day. But Mount Vernon is only about a half hour south of Bellingham, assuming the Curse is not in effect. So I'm staying here tonight and will make the rest of the trek to Vancouver tomorrow. I'll train at Marcus Soares' school in the afternoon and then meet up with Brandon to go out on the town in Vancouver tomorrow night. Should be fun!