The Great Dyal Vacation of 2004 (Day 14 Update)

The Great Dyal Vacation of 2004 Trip Journal Entry #6: July 7th

So, we decided that being in front of the parking lot at 7:00 was maybe too early, and got there at 7:30, after half an hour of more sleep. To my dismay, the parking lot was already open, but we were still able to go park in the exact same spot, and were at the front of one of the lines to enter the park after all. We were next to a woman from Boston who was there with her daughter and niece, and who had apparently been there for almost a week already. She told us an interesting story about staying at a Holiday Inn in the area a prior year and how she had to be moved five times because the room was unsatisfactory. I think she meant it to show how bad the hotel was, but Julie and I both thought the story told us a lot more about her than about the hotel.

As before, we wanted to do the really big rides early when there were essentially no lines. We had also heard that a good deal of the rides at Universal get you wet, so I wore my big red swimming trunks in place of shorts, and Julie had a swimming suit with a pair of shorts over it as well.

When the park opened, again, half an hour or so before the stated opening time, we ran to the Hulk coaster in the Marvel Island location to the left a bit. We went straight to the front of the coaster without any wait. In fact, they ran the coaster just with just four of us on the front row and otherwise completely empty.

Hulk is pretty cool as far as coasters go; you start your typical ratcheting up on the chain when suddenly you hear Bruce Banner's voice yelling that something has gone wrong and gamma radiation is flooding through you. Then, you literally shoot up the rest of the hill and plummet while you're twisting through the rest of the coaster "splashing" through the lake (there's actually jets of water on either side of you, going through foggy tunnels, coming to a point where you think you're done, and then rocketing off for more. It's actually quite long.

After Hulk, we did Spiderman, which was probably my personal favorite. It's a simulator, but one that moves through areas inside a large building, and you have 3-D Spidey as well as various villains jumping on your car, throwing your car off skyscrapers, etc. Spiderman is highly recommended. In fact, I bought a Spiderman ride T-shirt; I'll scan the logo later and post it.

We then had to do Dr. Doom's Fear Extractor, which is one of those "go straight up and then fall straight down" rides, which for some reason I typically really hate. I actually didn't ride it, although I did later. It's not really that exciting, unless you like to go about 7-8 stories up and then fall, then bounce up and down a few times. Whatever.

The best part about Marvel was the look and feel of the place, we thought. It was a larger than life, colorful, New York cityscape, looking just about like it would out of a comic book, or cartoon based on one. There were giant images of the heros, all well done (I'm not sure by whom, but I think I heard Jim Lee at one point; they did look like they could be his style) which we took a lot of pictures of for our 2-year old, who's pretty crazy about superheroes. While you're walking through that part of the park, you also hear all kinds of techno; some of it is from the Mortal Kombat soundtrack, including the instrumental "Control" by Traci Lords. I also recognized "Confusion" by Crystal Method, made famous as the song during the vampire rave in Blade.

After doing those three, we ran all the way across the park to the Lost Continent area, where they have the Dueling Dragons rollercoaster. This one was tons of fun; we ran through an (empty) queue that looked like part of the set for Dragonslayer or something like that, and then had to choose to ride Fire or Ice. There are two coasters on separate tracks, one light blue, one orange. The two coasters start at the same time, ratchet up parallel tracks and then diverge into two different experiences. Part of what makes it interesting, though, is that you come within a few feet of hitting each other a few times in the ride, including one point where you're headed right at each other for a while until you both turn upside down.

Dueling dragons was extremely fast, especially the fire coasters (although the ice one twists more.) We felt somewhat dizzy after getting off. Then we saw a re-ride door on the exit, turned around and rode it again. We rode it three times in a row, every time in the front, without waiting in line; twice on fire and once on ice.

We had a couple of more "big" rides we needed to do before the park got crowded, so we then went to Jurassic park, which is one of those big barge-like flume rides. The animatronics were a bit disappointing at times; the raptors in particular were not very realistic, although the T. rex that you can almost reach up and touch as you're falling to a watery splashdown is much better. After that, since we were already sorta wet, we decided to go do the Dudley Doo-right ride in Toon Island, which is one of those rides where you sit three or four in single file in a "log". This one was insanely wet, not only do you get soaked in the wild and hectic splashdown, but you get jets of water all over you as you go through the ride, and all kinds of other crazy stuff. We had a few Brits sitting behind us when we rode, who very politely thanked us for taking up the majority of the water for them, although they looked pretty wet to me too.

Since we were good and soaked by that point, we thought we might as well go do the Popeye river raft ride, which was pretty much like every other river raft ride I've done at every other theme park I've been too; pretty good but not worth writing home about.

By this time, we had to go in the bathrooms and stand under hand driers. I also realized I'd lost my admission ticket as well as my hotel room keycard somewhere on one of the rides, so we decided to chill for a bit, go to guest services and get a new ticket printed up so we could use the ExpressPass feature later in the day instead of waiting in ridiculous lines. We also found that we were wearing down faster than the day before (probably because of the day before), so we decided to just kinda wander around the park, take in the atmosphere, and otherwise see what stuff is all about.

Oh, and here's a tip -- walking around a theme park in a wet swimming suit all day can lead to some very uncomfortable chafing, which, I'm sorry to report, I'm just now recovering from because of the very active nature of the rest of our trip. Just something to keep in mind...

Speaking of park decor, probably our favorite was the Lost Continent. Part of it is "classical" kinda Greek/Sinbad/Bronze Age whatever, but then it turns into a kind of Merlin's village, with little thatched roof cottages (where you can buy T-shirts and grossly expensive hot dogs and stuff). There was a restaurant that had a giant statue of Atlas holding up the roof, but you really couldn't see it unless you walked somewhat behind the area itself, on the shores of the lake in the middle of the park. In fact, there was an entire area behind each of the islands where you could see all kinds of other things like that that you otherwise wouldn't see at all. Pretty fun.

We saw a few shows; there was a Sinbad stunt show, which was pretty cheesy but pretty fun. A few times the punches and the sound effects for said punches were off by a second or two, but otherwise I liked it well enough. Julie didn't think much of it, though. We also saw Mark Hoffman's Crazy Freakin' Stunt show which was all about bmx and skateboarding. That was pretty cool. Then there was this Lost Temple of Poseidon show, where you were herded into these big standing crowds, saw a part of a show, then were herded into other rooms to see the rest of it. It was pretty cheesy; apparently we were supposed to be guests of some archeologist, but of course, there was some curse, and Poseidon and some other "mythical" guy named Darkonen had a big fight with lots of splashes of water and big-screen fire effects. Julie actually liked this one OK, but I thought it was pretty lame. I wonder if some geeky employee of Universal by some miracle pitched his D&D campaign as a theme park attraction and the execs bought it? And who's named Darkonen anyways? Total cheese.

We did more; we did Spiderman again, we saw the Cat in the Hat ride, which was kinda like one of those disney rides where you sit in a little car that goes through room after room showing you animatronic attractions. Except that the cat in the hat was hyper and apparently on acid. Then again, that's pretty faithful to the source material there...

We were pretty tired again, but very pleased with ourselves; we had done the two main parks in two days; in fact by lunchtime when the crowds were starting to really get big, we had already done all the major attactions at both parks. It rained a bit in the afternoon, which helped thin the crowds, but having done pretty much everything we wanted for the day, and also being pretty worn-out, we left again before closing time to go back to the hotel and sleep.
 
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I wouldn't. JD - give it up. I'm not sure why you bothered trying yet again with another anime, since you disliked all the other "highly recommended" shows. Anime is not for you.

Nice to see the tips and tricks when it comes to theme parks in your vacation guide!
 

I wouldn't. JD - give it up. I'm not sure why you bothered trying yet again with another anime, since you disliked all the other "highly recommended" shows. Anime is not for you.

Man... just trying to help the guy out. Im just saying the "highly recommended" lists of an anime fan and a fan of good TV shows are going to be vastly different. I guess what I mean to say is "Josh, I generally don't like anime either. Check out Cowboy Bebop. Its a good TV show that happens to be a cartoon from japan. I think you will like it."

A.
 

arnwyn said:
I wouldn't. JD - give it up. I'm not sure why you bothered trying yet again with another anime, since you disliked all the other "highly recommended" shows. Anime is not for you.
Well, dislike is too strong a word, I think. They had serious flaws that interfered with my enjoyment, yes, but they had other aspects that I enjoyed very much.
 

The Great Dyal Vacation of 2004 Trip Journal Entry #7: July 8th

For our third day at Universal, we actually turned the alarm off and went back to sleep. We did exactly what we had been preaching against; showing up around 11:00 when the crowds were at their worst. Of course, by this time, we had done everything, so we figured it wasn't as big a deal -- we'd spend the day doing a few things, but mostly wandering around soaking up atmosphere and taking pictures.

Of course, it actually turned out much better than that; my ticket, which was reprinted, was having problems with the ExpressPass machines, so we ended up getting something like 8-10 ExpressPass "wildcards" from the employees, and we did all the rides we really liked over again without waiting in the "real" lines, including Dueling Dragons twice so we could go on both sections. Of course, even the ExpressPass lines were 15 minutes or so long by this point, but that was OK, that's still not long to wait for a huge hit of a ride. We didn't get to get in the front of the Hulk or Spiderman this time, though, and I definately recommend the front for both of them.

In the later afternoon, it started raining again, so we ducked into some shops to buy T-shirts and stuff like that for the kids, and for my in-laws who were watching the kids. We were really starting to feel old and footsore by this point, too, after three days of being on the go here. So we left the park itself, and kicked around Citywalk for a while, which is the "nightlife" area of Universal Studios. We went and saw King Arthur, which was brand-spanking new at the time, in the late afternoon/evening.

Julie didn't like it much at all; it was too different from what she expected, I guess. I, on the other hand, thought it was pretty much what I expected, but was disappointed in many aspects of the movie anyway. The movie wasted time developing some things that weren't really important (like Bors and his relationship to his girlfriend and all his kids) while rushing through some other parts that really were important, like the romance between Arthur and Guinevere, which was thoroughly unconvincing, or the friendship of Arthur and Lancelot -- these guys were supposed to be best friends, but all through the movie Lancelot was the least friendly of the six or so knights of the round table. In general, the movie was a little too all over the map with little details that it wanted to show when a little more focus would have been a lot better.

I was also bugged by the historicity of a lot of it. I mean, it's great that they did enough research to pull up the name Artorius Castus and his Sarmatian knights, but if they did that much research, surely they noticed that that historical figure was several generations earlier than the Anglo-Saxon invasions? The sharp division between Roman and British was also problematic; Arthur in large part was supposed to be special because he was half-Roman, half-Briton, but Britain was full of Romanized Britons at this time.

And who the heck are the "woads"? Are they supposed to be Picts, because they're painted and are mentioned at one point as living north of Hadrian's wall? If so, why are they described as rebel Britons, and how the heck is an army of them hiding in the woods near Badon Hill? Wearing Xena style barbariana, no less?

I dunno. It's unlikely I'll buy this DVD, I think. It just was too mediocre. After that, we went to the Hard Rock Cafe, which is always fun. Apparently we got to sit in the 'C's; we had Billy Duffy's guitar (from the Cult) as well as a big signed poster of "Wildflower", my favorite Cult song. There was a lot of Cure stuff around as well, including a bass played by Simon Gallup. I'm not sure how "hard rock" the Hard Rock cafe was; I distinctly remember hearing "Hungry Like the Wolf" by Duran Duran while we ate.

Now, my memory's getting a bit hazy. I think we went clubbing as well, although it's entirely possible that we actually did that the night before. There are a handful of clubs around Citywalk notable for their live music; there was a great reggae club that we enjoyed for quite a while, and a jazz club that was OK. The more anonymous club, but the one I was actually most looking forward to, "The Groove" was billed as a kind of techno type of place, but I was disappointed to find that it was actually much more of a hip-hop club. Although, out of the blue, they did play "Bizarre Love Triangle" by New Order, which of course, is one of my favorite songs of all time.

Regardless of which day we actually went clubbing, we were done with Universal Studios at the end of our third day there, and ready to move on to the next stage of our vacation.
 
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The Great Dyal Vacation of 2004 Trip Journal Entry #8: July 9th

After our fairly hectic days at Universal Studios, we wanted to spend one day actually relaxing before going back and picking up the kids, so we went up to Daytona Beach, checked in early to our hotel and spent the day, literally, just sitting on the beach. Here's a few points of note:

  • Daytona Beach, like most long-time resort area, is really pretty seedy. The hotels all look dirty and run-down, the little stores and such in the area are all really trashy places where you can get tattoed and buy bikinis, and the restaurants all look pretty fishy, in more ways than one. I remember thinking the same thing of Galveston last time I was there; in fact, the towns look remarkably alike. We ate lunch at a Burger King where apparently "no shirt, no shoes, no service" had never been heard of. Then again, being right on the beach, that's not terribly surprising.
  • However, one big difference between Daytona Beach and Galveston was the beach itself. Galveston suffers from having all the silt effluvia from the Mississippi river still in the current, so the water is full of suspended silt, jellyfish, seaweed, and all kinds of other crap. The water at Daytona Beach itself was crystal clear and very beautiful. We were right outside the hotel, so the beach wasn't too crowded in our area either; in fact, we stayed until we were almost the last folks on the beach for a few hundred yards in either direction.
  • The waves were much smaller than I anticipated. I guess I hadn't really been to any Atlantic coast beaches, but based on the contrast between Pacific waves and Gulf of Mexico waves, I was surprised to see that the scale of the waves was much more like the Gulf of Mexico. Julie didn't, but I spent a fair amount of time just passed the sandbar enjoying the waves; having them break right on me and all that. Of course, it turns out that we got there near high tide; that sandbar was simply "the beach" a few hours later.
We were out for pretty much the entire afternoon. Luckily, neither of us got sunburned. We're not exactly rabid anti-sunburners (although, naturally, we don't enjoy being sunburned) so we only applied some spf 30 stuff once before going out, but a combination of that, plus the waning daylight seemed to keep us OK. Julie got a little more sun than I did, and did have some minor burning, and I sunburned the tops of my feet, which I didn't think to protect. All in all, though, we did pretty well. Although Julie and I are both relatively white, I do have a great grandfather who is Portuguese, and apparently the only thing I inheritated from him is a slightly olive skin tone and the ability to tan without burning. Our kids seem also to have all picked that up from me; every summer they look like surfers with dark tans and very blond hair, but Julie makes sure that they don't burn. The cruel irony to all this is that Julie probably would rather tan than me, but is not as able to do so as easily, while I don't really care all that much.

We went back into town a bit, past the racetrack to have dinner at Outback. We weren't really feeling adventurous in terms of dinner. All in all, not much happened, but that's exactly how we wanted it.
 

The Great Dyal Vacation of 2004 Trip Journal Entry #9: July 10th

I woke up pretty tired today, not because we had been really active but because our hotel wasn't actually very conducive to a good night's sleep, as it turns out. Julie seemed to be a little better; she always sleeps better than I do anyway, and something like a noisy environment leaking in through the door typically doesn't bother her. So she drove first, and I reclined the chair (just about the only time I'd be able to, because otherwise Alexander would be right behind me) and slept for several hours as we took I-10 west.

We continued on I-10 almost the entire day; we took it from the coast of Florida all the way to Houston, so we knew we'd see a fair chunk of it. There's not a whole lot to report on that drive, frankly. We saw two more accidents, although they didn't literally happen in view. There was a semi on the side of the road in Mississippi (if I remember correctly) that looked blackened and burned out. We saw another one crunched up against the side of a bridge; it looks like maybe two semis had crashed there. It blocked up traffic a lot on the other side of the road, but didn't slow us down any.

In Houston, we took the 610 loop around the northern edge of the city to US-290/Texas-6, and then at Hempstead we abandoned 290 and continued on 6. By this time it was early evening, although not yet dark. Something rather odd began to happen to me shortly after Hempstead that became quite acute as we passed Navasota and went in for the last twenty minutes or so of the drive before arriving in College Station. I've never considered myself to be a very sentimental person. I gladly picked up from the town I grew up in and moved to Michigan without a second thought because a good job was waiting for me there.

However, as we started pulling into College Station, I started to have a very odd feeling. College Station, or more properly Bryan, actually, the town that's literally stuck to the northwest border of College Station, is the town I grew up in. I literally don't have any memories of a time before living there. I'm entirely a product of the local education establishment; Bryan Independent School District and Texas A&M University (two degrees, even.) Except for a two-year stint in Argentina, there was never a time I can remember that I didn't live in either Bryan or College Station until I moved up to Detroit.

And I found that coming back, after only one brief trip in the last four years, that I felt a strange sense of connection to the place. I felt like I was home, in a way that I never really felt in Detroit, despite having lived in the same community the entire time I've been there, despite a house and friends that I really enjoy. Don't get me wrong; I have enjoyed living in Detroit, but there's something about going back home that was a powerful thing.

In fact, the rest of the trip in general made me doubt my conviction to Detroit; we spent several days in Texas, even including parts that I was not really familiar with, such as Lubbock (where my parents relocated after I moved to Detroit) and all of Texas feels more like home to me than Michigan. Luckily, I just rotated jobs here at work into one that I'm actually quite enjoying (and as my post count goes up, one where I obviously have more free time than my last one) so I'm not desperate to get out like I was starting to feel a few months ago, but once again I'm questioning if this is really where I want to end up or not, especially when this rotation's starting to wind down and I have to think about going somewhere else.
 

The Great Dyal Vacation of 2004 Trip Journal Entry #10: July 11th

Sunday, and we had church mid-morning with my in-laws. It was fun to go back to church here, as we had been going to church with this same crowd four years ago, for about four years or so after Spencer got too old for us to still slum with the student congregation. I seriously thought that almost all our old friends in the area, who were grad students like I had been, had moved on about the same time we did, but I was surprised to find that there were more people still in the area that I counted friends than I thought.

Talked to the Andersons (Peter and Meg) for a while, talked to the Fosters (Darryl and Rachel) for quite a while as well. Rachel's brother was my best man ten years ago, and now lives in Phoenix or some place like that with his wife (with whom Julie and I sat him up) so we were able to catch up for a pretty good while. In fact, we decided, based on Logan and his behaviour, that the third hour of church we'd just hang out in the hall and let him make as much noise as he felt like without bothering anyone else, so we chatted a fair amount with the other class skippers.

Had at least one interesting interchange; I stood up to introduce myself during one of the classes, and someone sitting in front of me (can't remember her name, but certainly remember her face; she was there when we were) turned around as I sat down and said, "You look just like your Dad!" I thought that was an extremely odd comment, being that my Dad never went to church in a College Station congregation (having lived in Bryan the whole time he was in the area) but I had gone to church with this woman for three years when I did. Granted, my Dad's been around a long time; and even I still remember when there was only one congregation for all of Bryan/College Station, and later when we had two congregations but only one building. Still, though, it seemed odd she'd remember him so well, but not me.

Also, for what it's worth, I don't really look that much like my dad. Sure, we both have the distinctive Dyal vulture-beak looking nose and Neanderthal sloping forehead (so do some of my brothers, for that matter) but it's really more our mannerisms and way of speaking that sets us together. When my dad's visited us here at church in Michigan, a lot of the folks that only know me and not him say they can tell he's my dad, but not necessarily because we look alike.

Anyway, that wasn't really a big deal; I wouldn't mind looking like my dad, I just don't think that I particularly do. But I'm always amused by the relationships people thnink they see when they know something. For instance, for years folks have told us that our kids look "just like me" when in fact, they very closely resemble pictures of my wife at their age. They also typically say this about our boys, but not about Jessica, when in fact, Jessica looks like a female clone of the boys (who also look a bit like clones themselves, except for Logan. And even then, it's really only his blue eyes that set him apart from the rest of them.) Reminds me of a guy I used to know in Argentina who was a missionary with us. He was a native Argentine, although he was from Las Pampas, or some other province down south from Buenos Aires. He used to say his last name when introducing himself, Fernandez, in the worst yanqui American accent he could summon, and then speak normally the rest of the time, telling folks that he was actually American. After he did this, people would without fail comment on the fact that yes, they could definately tell, he had an accent, although he did speak Spanish very well. After the fact, we'd laugh about the perception of his "American" accent, which naturally he didn't have, that people almost always thought they heard.

Although as he got longer in the tooth as a missionary he probably actually did pick up an accent of sorts. You can't hang around Americans all the time without starting to pick up a little bit of our sloppy speaking habits, I suppose.

Still, an interesting side note on the power of perception often defining reality more than reality itself. And the only reason I took this long tangential detour? Because we really didn't do anything else worth writing about today. Hey, I never said every single day of this trip was going to be jam-packed with exciting, swashbuckling action, did I?
 
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The Great Dyal Vacation of 2004 Trip Journal Entry #11: July 12th

Monday we woke up relatively early so we could drive to New Braunfels in time for the opening of Schlitterbahn. New Braunfels is nestled fairly comfortably between San Antone and Austin, and as you might guess from the name, was originally a German settlement, of which there are a lot in Texas. And Schlitterbahn, I've always maintained, is the best waterpark in the world. Apparently the Travel Channel recently validated my opinion in that matter, ranking it the #1 waterpark in the nation. Part of the reason it's ranked so high is because it's so frikkin massive, no doubt.

Because we were going with our kids, we didn't intend on necessarily living the park to the fullest; we spent pretty much all our time in the original, main park area, although my father in law and brother in law both took the shuttle to one of the other areas.

The crowds were pretty out of control; but as I said, we consciously made up our minds ahead of time not to be bothered about stuff like that. We were able to leave the smaller kids with my mother in law and go do a few things with the older kids. Julie, Spencer, Jessica and I all went on the big river ride, which literally goes through the river in a number of areas (and which uses river water, not chlorinated pool water.) It's a long ride where you sit on tubes, going for about half an hour or forty five minutes. Jessica was terrified at times, especially whenever we went anywhere even remotely fast. Julie and I, on the other hand, were more concerned with trying to keep our group together, which wasn't necessarily easy when you're sitting in a tube and letting the current take you wherever. Anytime there is a fast section, there tends to be a counter current on the edges, so if you're not careful, you can get stuck, separated, or otherwise have all kinds of wierd things happen.

After that, Spencer and I went on a few more aggressive rides, including long tube shoots, soda straws and a four story (or so) slide. Naturally, we also spent a lot of time in the really small kids play areas, and Jessica and Spencer seemed to want to spend a lot of time hanging out in Olympic pool sized hot tubs, of which we frequented two or three.

Then we said goodbye to the inlaws and went our separate ways; we were spending the night in San Antonio for the night en route to Lubbock where my parents now live, while they had to, naturally, go back home. We ended up getting a very late dinner at Taco Cabana, a place I hadn't eaten in a long time (it was either better than I remembered, or I've just got a hankering for good Tex Mex that I can't fill in Detroit). The kids had had it by then, though -- they were extremely exhausted after their day in the sun, and dinner (other than the food) was unfortunately quite miserable. We got back in very late, but stopped to do laundry anyway. Luckily, the next day we only had about four and a half or five hours to drive and nothing to be in a hurry about.
 

The Great Dyal Vacation of 2004 Trip Journal Entry #12: July 13th

Today we went through a large part of Texas that I didn't really know; poking around on little country roads (that luckily had very little traffic) and stopping in places like Junction Texas. The biggest city we went through between San Antonio and Lubbock was probably San Angelo. By the time we got there, though, the scenery had gone to pot.

My folks live in Lubbock now, and they moved after I moved to Detroit, so it's relatively recent and I certainly don't know the town very well. It seems like a nice enough place, but the sheer, unadulterated flatness of everything there is just oppressive.

So I was surprised to really enjoy the scenery going through little towns between San Antonio and San Angelo. Although it's not exactly the Texas I grew up in, it's probably the Texas most people from outside think of; lots of scrubby, dry trees, lots of scrubby bushes, lots of prickly pear style cactus plants, lots of khaki oak trees. I can imagine this drive in the spring, covered with wildflowers; bluebonnets, indian paintbrushes and the whole routine. In fact, as a reminder of home, we have a big Porfirio Salinas picture of bluebonnets in a landscape that he might have spotted on the side of the road right here.

For the unitiated, which is probably most of you since it's a bit of an esoteric school of art, Porfirio Salinas is essentially the founding member of "bluebonnet landscapes", a style of painting that flourished briefly during the tenure of Lyndon B. Johnson in particular, when he had some put in the White House. Basically, it's Texas landscapes with lots of blue wildflowers. We really like ours (it's a print; the originals are scarily expensive after LBJ's patronage) though.

The scenery, as I mentioned, took a drastic turn for the worst as we got up on the plateau and did the whole approach to Lubbock itself. We arrived lateish in the afternoon (because we left quite late in the morning) and hung out with my parents for a while. We went and popped over to my brother's house, even though he had already left town, because we hadn't seen it before, and that, in a nutshell, was the day.

I didn't sleep well for some reason that night; in fact, I got up in the middle of the night and popped in the Three Musketeers DVD; the one with Michael York, Richard Chamberlain, Oliver Reed, Charleton Heston, Faye Dunaway; man, that movie is good. One of my favorites to this day.

The next day was to be a big driving day again; we had to make it all the way to Provo Utah, which was a fairly long drive, so I was a bit nervous after my lack of sleep. Luckily Julie really likes to drive on trips, so other than the worst time of day in the afternoon when everyone else in the car sleeps, she's probably do most of the driving.
 

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