Monday, December 12, 2005

Lexington Barbecue

That's what I'd have to eat as my first lunch as a free woman--Lexington barbecue--, if I were to get into my car this evening and decline to go home. I'd get the slaw on the meat, because, Christ Jesus, that's where it goes. And the crinkly fries. And by tomorrow or the next day, I'd be sitting on the beach watching the ocean, just me and the gulls and the few locals who wandered out to see who would bother to drive out to the outer banks at this time of year. Sometimes, I just get tired of being predictable. Of course I'll go to work and come home and let out the dog and bring in the cats and go to bed and get up and do it again and again and again. I'll continue to bitch about the shit I always bitch about. I'll be here tomorrow and the next day and the day after that. I've got shit to do and stuff and folks depend on me. I can't just cut and run. But... Ha, maybe it's a good thing I don't have the car that often.


Blogger bridgett said...

I did that once. Just got into the car and commenced to drive until there was no road, then listened to the ocean roll for an entire day with nothing to break it up but the squawk of gulls. The locals aren't as curious as you might think they'd be.
And then I got cold. My butt got frozen and the view from the car wasn't as dramatic. I smelled kind of funky and sad. Then I got hungry and I wanted soup, so I chose life and it smelled like hot bread.

The world doesn't end. In my case, no one really missed me or noticed that I'd taken a hiatus, which was probably the reason I felt the urge to flee. It's not a bad impulse to act on when one needs to get one's head back on straight.

12/12/2005 05:18:00 PM  
Anonymous Sarcastro said...

Once on an impulse, I drove to Macon, GA to tell the woman I was in love with that I got a job. She didn't know about either the unrequited love or the job. She wasn't at home, so I used the powers of deductive reasoning (sold seperately) to find her in the law library. She seemed shocked at my unannounced arrival and instructed one of her study partners to look up 'restraining orders'.
I drove back to Atlanta a little wiser and smarter than when I left. I wonder what happened to her and that job that I wound up not taking.

12/12/2005 05:28:00 PM  

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