how'd i get spanked by such a chump nut?
Monday, September 20, 2004 at 12:52PM Well, I’m back. I’ll bet your life was sad and empty without me. Mmpf. My mini-break with the family was very laid-back—pretty much all we did was eat and hang out and barbeque and look at the lake and stuff. Oh, AND, my mom and sister totally took me gambling at Harrahs and I schooled that Wheel of Fortune slot machine, yeah. The vacation property is in Zephyr Cove, Nevada which is on the south shore of the Lake, maybe ten minutes from Incline Village in one direction and Stateline in the other. The ski area (which we didn’t use or anything, because, well, hello, no snow) is called Heavenly, which, as far as I know is the awesomest name for any location in the Sierras, and far more accurate than, oh, say, Zephyr Cove. A zephyr is, you know, the west wind, a soft, nice, gentle breeze that in no way resembles the gale-force winds that hit me in the face every time I stepped out of the door. Not that I’m complaining. Also, some freak cold front hit the third day I was there and the temperatures dropped into the 30’s which was fucking bullshit, not to mention painful. You know when it’s so cold and so dry that it actually hurts? Yeah, like that, only so much worse because I didn’t have a, what’s that called? Oh, right, a jacket. Because it was supposed to be what? Yeah, 65-75 degrees all weekend long.
I did succeed in really annoying my family, though, which was fun. The house was in Nevada, but if you walk or drive for like three minutes, you hit California, so every time we went outside or got in the car, I sang (with my worst possible voice) that Phantom Planet song from The OC 
which was highly amusing to me, but quite tiresome for my parents. Heh. California here we come, right back where we started frooom, Californiaaaa, Californiaaaaaaa. Serves them right for taking me to The Ponderosa Ranch. I STILL have the fucking Bonanza theme song stuck in my head. Ding da da ding da da ding da da ding da ding ding! Also, walking the same ground as L’il Joe Cartwright made me sad again that Michael Landon is dead. I don’t know how I learned to survive without Highway to Heaven.
When my sister drove me back to the airport last night, we went through Carson City and the stretch of highway had all of these weird, ominous, hand-painted signs exhorting motorists to drive “Under 50, PLEASE.” Apparently, there have been tons of fatalities on this highway because people coming down from the mountains are totally speeding and end up plowing into a kid riding his bike on the shoulder. My sister said that the “Under 50, PLEASE“ signs were relatively new and were made to replace ones that proclaimed such things as “God is watching you.” “Don’t speed or else,” “KILLER highway” and various others which were taken as threats by some drivers. They clearly forgot to take down the series of signs that said something about a speeder who “is burried [sic] six feet under.” Hmm. Why on earth would anyone take that as a threat, I wonder?
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Oh, and FYI: worst movie to watch right before you get on a plane? Final Destination.
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So glad you're back.