Thursday, May 24th, 2001
I spent the last two days roadtripping. We went to Carroll on Tuesday night. We saw Chris’ grandma, who didn’t remember who he was at the time. She hadn’t seen him in about a year and we accidentally woke her up, so it’s not that surprising, I guess. I saw Dean’s friend Stewart at the Wal-Mart there. I started screaming at him,”Do you know who I am? I’m Dean’s friend!” That was pretty funny. After leaving Carroll we found a town called Mt. Carmel. It was kind of freaky. The largest thing in the town was the cemetary. We got our picture taken by Albert the Bull in Audubon. Albert in the world’s largest concrete cast bull.
Today we went over to Chris’ for lunch. He made tacos and they were really good. Somewhere in just randomly hanging out we decided to see Chris’ other set of grandparents in Lenox.
So we went to Altoona for something or other. I think it had to do with Angie and seeing Dean. In Altoona we went back to see Dean, but he was in the middle of an interview, so we shopped for a while. Then we went and asked the layaway counter to page him to layaway at his convenience, since he was in an interview when we walked by the first time. She looked at us funny and called him on the phone. He said, “Oh, well they can go ahead and come on back,” so Angie and I went back. We started to go and the girl ask us if we knew where we were going. I think I said “yes” in a rather snotty tone. Whoops. Inside the office, Dean was working, so we couldn’t bring him out to see everyone else. Ang and I talked with him and Tiffini (his roomate who was filing paychecks) for a bit and I rolled around in the training room’s chair. Every time I go there I just good off in the training room. Sitting on tables, rolling around in chairs, making bad jokes. Yeah.
After leaving Altoona, we were on the interstate going east. After going by a sign that said “Historic Pella: Exit 164″ someone suggested that we go to Pella instead. With that, I drove to Pella. Pella is a Dutch town in Iowa. We had a good time in Pella. The town is cute with all of its Dutch-ness. Unfortunately, like last time I went to Pella, it started to rain while we were outside. I thikn the Dutch must hate me or something, though I am part Dutch myself.
After a bit we decided to go home and had a really bad time in the interstate with the rain when we got near Des Moines. That was really scary. Mainly because we couldn’t see shit and were trying to get off the interstate. I’m surprised everyone isn’t really mad at me, but no one else wanted to drive or was offering their cars for me to drove, so I have little sympathy. That and it was scary for me too.