Friday, May 20, 2011

Kelly's on a road to nowhere, come on inside

This post will be a monumental disappointment. I won't even pretend to up-sell. Girl's tired.

Those of you in the know are aware that I'm en route to my brother's wedding in NC. Those of you who really know me know that when I say there's no itinerary, I mean "heading south" is about all I've planned. I'm hoping (for both our sakes) something awesome happens along the way.


You know how you're supposed to listen to that little voice that tells you the truth you don't want to hear? Well, as I got the last of my crap into my car I noticed it was 4 p.m. On a Friday. Heading toward Boston. Hmmm. "This will suck," says the little voice. "Eh, it'll be fine. I have music and a good attitude," I say. "You're delusional," says the little voice.

Little voice wins.

Exhibit A 
Exhibit B

And I hadn't even gotten anywhere impressive. I had to kill time at the 99 near Lowell. But then back on the road.

The sun made a glorious appearance after 715 days of rain. I'm sorry to report it was shining only over Worcester.

I figured I'd stay in southern Connecticut somewhere, but every time I saw a lodging sign coming up at an exit, I thought, further. Eventually I saw an enormous sign welcoming me to New York. Oops.

I eventually pulled over at the friendliest-looking on/off exit. I had to look at the hotel materials in the room to figure out where I was. Fishkill. Say what? I decided to see where that is, but the Interwebs are not so good here, so all I see is this:

Thanks, Google Maps.

But while I wait for the Web to come around, I have lots of time to study the deep, sophisticated art at the Ramada.

Go ahead. Envy the shit out of me.

Fun facts about Fishkill, NY:

  • Home of Camp Mariah 
  • Also home to Fishkill Correctional Facility

That is all.


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