Remember when I said on Monday, ‘This time tomorrow we’ll be on the road, heading to Texas’? Yeah, what I should have said was, in three hours we’ll be on the road, because we’re dumb.
My husband and I decided, at eleven AM, to leave that day instead of the following morning. We hadn’t packed a single thing yet, so by the time we had some lunch and got everything together (which included the dog, a suitcase full of clothes, one full of shoes, because I need to have options to choose from and my husband has some Big Ass Feet, a bunch of art, and a dozen bottles of liquor, which makes us sound all lushy but is actually smart planning – alcohol is pretty much the one thing that is cheaper in California than it is in Texas, and by quite a bit. My point is, the car was filled to the brim), it was two in the afternoon when we piled into the car, happy as clams over our spontaneous decision to leave ahead of schedule. And then we sat in traffic.
Flash forward to five-thirty. We were still in Southern California. Still sitting in traffic. Wondering what in the hell we were thinking. Needless to say, we did not make it to Las Cruces as we hoped. In fact, we didn’t even make it to New Mexico, we stayed in Tucson that night.
Day two of the road trip was a bitch.
Tucson to Austin is about thirteen hours, which does not account for traffic or stopping for gas, or to pee for those of us that have tiny bladders, or walking the dog, which is a min-pin and full of energy. What I’m saying is, it was a long fucking day.
But, we made it, and while we’ve dealt with flat tires, more busted appliances, and numerous other mishaps since our arrival, who cares? At least we aren’t on the road anymore.
And that, my friends, is why this week’s happy hour calls for shots.
• 1 ½ oz pear vodka
• ½ oz Chambord
• ½ oz crème de cacao
In an ice-filled shaker pour pear vodka, Chambord, crème de cacao, and a splash of grenadine. Strain contents into shot glass and garnish with a cherry. As always, don’t drink and drive y’all.