Memorial Day Holiday Road Trip Part I: Sunday

[candidevoltaire]

As I famously once said:  "It's time to get out of Raleigh!"  Which I did in my usual last-minute, completely organised way for Memorial Day weekend.

Missed Sunday Cookout:  I tried to go to a friend's cookout on Sunday, but because of sleep wackiness and lack of a working time machine or teleporter to miss out on that which really sucked.

Mongolian Sunday Dinner Plans:  So, instead I decided to meet up with ranchonmars, gigaclon, Stef, and Shondra (of whom I really only know ranchonmars) at the "Mongolian BBQ" "up in Radford" for dinner on Sunday.  Efforts to extract such useful info as the actual name and address of the place so I could get there met with failure.  Undaunted, I used both my deductive and inductive powers, coupled with the vast resources of the Internet, to figure it out for myself.  Yea, me!

Driving to  Sunday Dinner:  While I left late (per usual for me) for the 5 hour trip, my typical insane joy of driving US-220's tight curves and hills at an average of 70mph actually gave me time to kill prior to dinner.  So I made a short stop in Blacksburg to visit cplpunishment to interrupt his studying for a while and otherwise have a nice visit.  ObWeirdness:  The song "Bilingual" (It played on the TV's Dance Music channel while I was visiting) suggests a way for me to solve my problem with learning a second language.  Paraphrasing its lyrics, I just need to have sex with the right person. Oookayyyy then.

Mongolian Sunday Dinner:  Amazingly I was not only on time but the first person there.  Proceeded to have some good Mongolian stir-fry, the kind of excellent wide-ranging dinner conversation I've been missing so much in my life recently, and otherwise have a good time.  All of which helped me realise that moving back to Blacksburg is probably a really good idea.  (If nothing else, I love making semi-obscure comments in public about knowing ranchonmars many years ago [OK, the feeling old part isn't so cool] and seeing if they just sail over peoples' heads or not...)  Anyway, finished up dinner at about 8pm or so.

Driving after Sunday Dinner:  Given the late hour, the fact that I'm not a morning person, and that I had to be in Maryland the next day for tzel's cookout, I got back on the road and headed north.  Shame I'm not a morning person or I could have skipped this step.  Instead I fought fatigue for 3 hours (total driving time for the day: 8 hours) and crashed in New Market and got away with paying only a little over *gasp* *wheeze* $100 for a room and breakfast the next morning.  But, considering how exhausted I was it was worth it.