Well, Shir, I'm not sure how much you understand about Americans and road trips and the devil-may-care fantasies we've erected(huh, huh, I said "erected") about them. It's kind of a Thing.

Never disrespect the unbelievable number of movies/TV show your culture has produced on this subject, which many were exposed to. Let alone Eurotrip.

Even in a country which stretches for 6 hours ride tops (north to south. West to east lasts about an hour and some), something about a roadtrip still makes me go giddy.

Edit: OMG, Ginger, what?!

Edit, the second: when it's late at night, English words have only one meaning. Guess which one I was reading in Ginger's post. Leaving it here for your entertainment.

Sorry, Shir. I didn't mean to give you a bedtime heart attack. I have a large piece of tree to deal with in my backyard. It also did some damage to an occupied birdhouse. I fear the survivors are going to have bird PTSD.

Oh no, Ginger. Watching DW's UK eps now took care of that.

That's true...I've only been on 66 once, myself...it's sort of the old-school route now, but we used it to go to Las Vegas. We tried to stop at this one place where Oprah got burgers but it was closed for the Christmas season.ETA: Doctor Who, right? Not my favorite DW, Domenic West(OMG, he makes instant coffee hawt! Although I had to laugh at the commenters that missed his McNulty voice...reverse paraphilia.) At first I thought West was Aussie...London + a bad Balmer twang= vaguely Australian effect to my ear(and someone from E, I think)

Yup, you`re definitely on my stomping ground. The "corner" in Winslow is the one ref`d in the Eagles song, not the four corners, which is not on your route. In Winslow you might enjoy La Posada, which is an old hotel cool for its architecture. but also interesting because of the macabre artwork of the hotelier`s wife. When you get to my slice, there are wonders like the giant concrete rabbit with a saddle so you can ride it for photographs. You`ll know you are there because of the huge yellow sign that says "Here it is." By that point lots of the mother road is unpassable, especially after our snows. You can take the stretch between Joe City and Jackrabbit, but the rest of it is mostly 40.

I'll have to admit at this stage that I have no idea whatsoever what Route 66 is, but a Dylan song.

Are you thinking of "Highway 61 Revisited"? Whole different road, though just as famous in its way since it's the route down into the delta south of the legendary bluesmen.

The enjoyment of my balcony (81 degrees and slightly muggy) is being impugned by the jackhole down the street who is blasting music out of his car that is parked on the street. I would expect it of a 20 something, but this guy is about 40.

I am attempting to be zen and enjoy my wine and the nice weather. ohhhhhhhhhm

Also, currently baking away is a lovely cod fillet covered in onions, fennel, tomatoes, olives, capers and a splash of white wine. I will make some couscous to go with it and add a nice drizzle of lemon infused olive oil to finish. I expect it to be nom. This helps with my calm.

Have been shopping, IKEA and teh evil, Walmart. Spent lots o' money. Made my bathroom look nicer (new towels, curtain, bathmat, accessories, and thing-that-goes-around-and-over-toilet, which took forever to put together). I got online and sat down with a root beer and some goat brie and crackers at 4:10. Must not still be sitting here long time from now, as much as lovely bathroom is nice, it is not the purpose of the day. Must organize and put away clothes, so I can find things and pack for trip tomorrow. AGH. Am not ready to go back to the traveling. Whimper.

Also would like to be able to find the many things I currently cannot locate, including the duplicate pretty keys I had made (!!) and various other odds and ends that I'm sure are SOMEWHERE but are not where I would think (ie, I've unpacked the whole bathroom boxes, and half my bracelets are still missing...)

I saw a guy on the subway yesterday, he had to be 40, he was wearing his pants halfway down his ass. I mean, I kind of get it when you're a teenager and you want to piss off your parents...

Ya know those aps on Facebook, send someone a pretty heart or a hug, designed to make sender and sendee feel warm and fuzzy? Daniel's craxy cousin Steve recently joined Facebook, and is now sending these things to me. It's weird. Doing things for the warm-fuzziness of them is completely the opposite of what I would expect from a guy who responds to "have a nice day" by saying "What if I don't want to have a nice day?".