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kukla_tkoSo there I was: Passed out and sleeping in a strange camper with strange people. (So, you know, happy and content.) Suddenly a panic broke out. I was groggy and only managed to get up to half-awake, doing a round of this:
zzzzzZZZZZZSomething is wrong.
SOMETHING IS WRONG.
Where am I?
I live, there are no enemies near.
SOMETHING IS WRONG.
I'm in a camper. Right. Glam-per.
I hear panic. SOMETHING IS WRONG.
AUGH I SEE A NEARLY NAKED UNICORN
Rain. I hear rain. I hear thunder and wind.
I feel thunder and wind.
I AM IN A CAMPER IN A STORM.
Wait. I'm in a CAMPER in a storm. Charlie the Unicorn is handling the battening down of the hatches.
ZZZzzzzzzz.
Apparently he was scurrying around the camper, in his brightly colored boxer shorts (probably a concession to my presence), bringing down the canopy and making sure everything was taken care of.
I trusted him to handle it, so I just got back to sleep so I could handle getting up at the butt-crack of dawn.
After the first day, I was pretty sure I had the system down.
I was right. But first, I needed CHANGE. I hit a nice gas station about halfway to Oakdale, and asked if I could buy a roll of quarters. The nice lady actually was able to do so, and therefore I had actual money to spend at the vending machines! Whoo! I also arrived in plenty of time.
I pulled up and got my number. I was excited: I had number 10! I would be in the first group!
Well, no, actually. I was the tenth CAR. Sigh. Most of the first several cars had at least three people in them. Grrr.
However, I *was* in the second group. It was raining, though. Well, by that point it was misting. We even had some nice swamp fog going on, and it was a little bit chilly. Fortunately, I had brought one of the ponchos, so I kept reasonably dry.
This time, when the first group went in, I ninja-d my way up and got some forms. I brought back a handful, and handed them out to the other folks in line. I used my one pen, then passed it down.
And noticed the dude behind me. In the film version of my life, Steve Buschemi will play this guy. He was... how can I explain this? He was chewing on his teeth, and standing in my space, right behind me.
Ah, my dear S.O.
The things I do for love of you, Darling.
I felt good to be helping people out, and everyone was in a reasonably good mood, but that might be because on the second day there weren't bratty kids running around and being a nuisance. (On day one, the worst of the lot was a little blond brat named Uriah. Seriously. Makes me wonder if they just misspelled "Urinate." bleah.)
I got in fairly quickly, and since I had learned the day before that we could wear an underwire bra, I wore one that day and was much more comfortable. I also got to buy food for both of us.
BUT, HORRORS! The juice machine was broken! AUGH!!!
No juice for us. Sigh. I did get him an iced tea, but it was sweetened, which neither of us likes. I made do with a strawberry Fanta, which I couldn't finish. After I snagged the rice Krispie treat for us to share, the candy machine went down, too.
I stayed until about 11am, then took off. I got back to the campsite at a little after noon, mainly because I went back to the nice gas station to fill up Big Red, the Truck.
I'd like to point out that LA-10 is a lovely little state road that goes past some interesting stuff including: Goat farms!! GOATS! Horses and cattle, naturally. Plantations (or what's left of them.) And a cleared spot with a sign that said, "Coming soon: Gator's Den RV Park."
Reeeeeeally? Hmmmmm.
To my vast delight, Charlie The Unicorn and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
allura629 felt much the same way: Intrigued. Perhaps soon we will get to stay in the Gator's Den!!!
We packed up, hit the dump station, and got back on the road. The trip back to Little Rock was less eventful, though there was some excitement when we wound up on the wrong track and took a "short cut" through a very shady part of town. And past a carnival. And a Psychic Corner.
I have pictures.
I also have to admit that I passed out in the truck more than once, though it's perfectly OK to do that in the back seat.
On our way back, when we got into the home stretch we encountered some obnoxious highway delays getting into Little Rock. (See what I mean?) Unfortunately, my body was recognizing the home stretch and was letting me know that I needed to find my own dump station. After a bit I went ahead and mentioned to my travel mates that "I need to go potty soon." This, of course, inspired several remarks about Kukla peeing in the truck. Some of the jokes were even made by me. Once we were off the godforsaken Highway, I started REALLY noticing the bumps and the trailer-shimmy. Also, the jokes got worse. Finally, I had to hitallura629 with, "Quit making me laugh, or else pretty soon Bubbles is going to leap into the front seat saying, 'MOMMA! IT HAPPENED AGAIN!' like in Texas!"
And that story isn't mine to tell, so go pesterallura629 about what happened with the two pugs in the backseat on the way to Texas. :D
Yes, I was able to make it. Yes, she let me in to the apartment quickly.
Yes, I had my own version of a Dump Station experience. I swear that I crapped things I had eaten at Christmas. Good grief!
Then I brought in my stuff, and some of their stuff, and we settled down for eating leftovers while watching Duck Dynasty on cable. Having JUST driven through that part of the world (we had gone through Madison during the trip), it was somehow strangely appropriate. Also, I discussed future possibilities of frog-hunting with Charlie the Unicorn. Bwa ha ha!
Finally we all crashed out and went to bed.
zzzzzZZZZZZSomething is wrong.
SOMETHING IS WRONG.
Where am I?
I live, there are no enemies near.
SOMETHING IS WRONG.
I'm in a camper. Right. Glam-per.
I hear panic. SOMETHING IS WRONG.
AUGH I SEE A NEARLY NAKED UNICORN
Rain. I hear rain. I hear thunder and wind.
I feel thunder and wind.
I AM IN A CAMPER IN A STORM.
Wait. I'm in a CAMPER in a storm. Charlie the Unicorn is handling the battening down of the hatches.
ZZZzzzzzzz.
Apparently he was scurrying around the camper, in his brightly colored boxer shorts (probably a concession to my presence), bringing down the canopy and making sure everything was taken care of.
I trusted him to handle it, so I just got back to sleep so I could handle getting up at the butt-crack of dawn.
After the first day, I was pretty sure I had the system down.
I was right. But first, I needed CHANGE. I hit a nice gas station about halfway to Oakdale, and asked if I could buy a roll of quarters. The nice lady actually was able to do so, and therefore I had actual money to spend at the vending machines! Whoo! I also arrived in plenty of time.
I pulled up and got my number. I was excited: I had number 10! I would be in the first group!
Well, no, actually. I was the tenth CAR. Sigh. Most of the first several cars had at least three people in them. Grrr.
However, I *was* in the second group. It was raining, though. Well, by that point it was misting. We even had some nice swamp fog going on, and it was a little bit chilly. Fortunately, I had brought one of the ponchos, so I kept reasonably dry.
This time, when the first group went in, I ninja-d my way up and got some forms. I brought back a handful, and handed them out to the other folks in line. I used my one pen, then passed it down.
And noticed the dude behind me. In the film version of my life, Steve Buschemi will play this guy. He was... how can I explain this? He was chewing on his teeth, and standing in my space, right behind me.
Ah, my dear S.O.
The things I do for love of you, Darling.
I felt good to be helping people out, and everyone was in a reasonably good mood, but that might be because on the second day there weren't bratty kids running around and being a nuisance. (On day one, the worst of the lot was a little blond brat named Uriah. Seriously. Makes me wonder if they just misspelled "Urinate." bleah.)
I got in fairly quickly, and since I had learned the day before that we could wear an underwire bra, I wore one that day and was much more comfortable. I also got to buy food for both of us.
BUT, HORRORS! The juice machine was broken! AUGH!!!
No juice for us. Sigh. I did get him an iced tea, but it was sweetened, which neither of us likes. I made do with a strawberry Fanta, which I couldn't finish. After I snagged the rice Krispie treat for us to share, the candy machine went down, too.
I stayed until about 11am, then took off. I got back to the campsite at a little after noon, mainly because I went back to the nice gas station to fill up Big Red, the Truck.
I'd like to point out that LA-10 is a lovely little state road that goes past some interesting stuff including: Goat farms!! GOATS! Horses and cattle, naturally. Plantations (or what's left of them.) And a cleared spot with a sign that said, "Coming soon: Gator's Den RV Park."
Reeeeeeally? Hmmmmm.
To my vast delight, Charlie The Unicorn and
allura629 felt much the same way: Intrigued. Perhaps soon we will get to stay in the Gator's Den!!!We packed up, hit the dump station, and got back on the road. The trip back to Little Rock was less eventful, though there was some excitement when we wound up on the wrong track and took a "short cut" through a very shady part of town. And past a carnival. And a Psychic Corner.
I have pictures.
I also have to admit that I passed out in the truck more than once, though it's perfectly OK to do that in the back seat.
On our way back, when we got into the home stretch we encountered some obnoxious highway delays getting into Little Rock. (See what I mean?) Unfortunately, my body was recognizing the home stretch and was letting me know that I needed to find my own dump station. After a bit I went ahead and mentioned to my travel mates that "I need to go potty soon." This, of course, inspired several remarks about Kukla peeing in the truck. Some of the jokes were even made by me. Once we were off the godforsaken Highway, I started REALLY noticing the bumps and the trailer-shimmy. Also, the jokes got worse. Finally, I had to hit
allura629 with, "Quit making me laugh, or else pretty soon Bubbles is going to leap into the front seat saying, 'MOMMA! IT HAPPENED AGAIN!' like in Texas!"And that story isn't mine to tell, so go pester
allura629 about what happened with the two pugs in the backseat on the way to Texas. :DYes, I was able to make it. Yes, she let me in to the apartment quickly.
Yes, I had my own version of a Dump Station experience. I swear that I crapped things I had eaten at Christmas. Good grief!
Then I brought in my stuff, and some of their stuff, and we settled down for eating leftovers while watching Duck Dynasty on cable. Having JUST driven through that part of the world (we had gone through Madison during the trip), it was somehow strangely appropriate. Also, I discussed future possibilities of frog-hunting with Charlie the Unicorn. Bwa ha ha!
Finally we all crashed out and went to bed.
