10.19.2009

It's a Fine Line between Indiana and MIchigan

and so the story goes.....
i got home this morning at 630.....when i saw the first sign that said 465 i almost pulled the car over and proceeded to get out and kiss the ground.....i was so sleepy that i literally think i fell asleep while driving, all with my eyes open and carrying on a conversation that went from my troublesome relationship with a nonsupportive boyfriend who i am still in love with to touring, to semi trucks and how often their wheels fall off....lol....

when we left chicago, it was 1am ...130 at the latest....my sister in names, Kendria aka KLove who is a PHENOMENAL POET!!! if you like me, trust me and check her out....she did three poems last night that were the epitome of greatness and i am officially a new fan...i only wish i could have afforded to purchase her cd...i actually meant to suggest a trade, but somehow i forgot...
but i digress...
KLove showed us the way to the highway home....the highway....wow....a combo pack of I90 and I94....one of them takes you to indianapolis, one of them takes you to detroit...both will lead you to indiana, one just happens to lead you to michigan .....the one that led to michigan, of course, is the one we took.....

what does it matter who was driving (me) or how we missed it.....all i know, is we had been rolling...making good time, hitting miles by the dozens on 80mph.....i was noticing that none of the signs said Indianapolis....and that the scenery wasnt very familiar....and considering we came and left in one night, i think i could remember at least one building to help guide the way.....but i didnt say anything....mostly due in part to we crossed into Indiana....we, well I, saw signs that said Valparaiso, Michigan City....all cities in indiana, so i was just expecting for indianapolis to show up on the one of the mileage signs...NOPE....after about close to an hour and at least 69 miles worth of driving, we began to come up on a big sign that caught my attention....it was right after we passed michigan city and were having a conversation about being in jail and what jail an ex of mine is in...i was saying i think it was that one....next thing i know, i have to interrupt gabby talking to say, yeah umm.....i dont think we are on the right highway because we just passed a sign that said "welcome to Pure Michigan...."....i was floored.....there was nothing to do but laugh....i mean we had been driving for awhile and keep in mind by this time i was after two am....the road we were on consisted of us and a semi every 15 miles.....it was dark as hell.....gabby says....

"no this has to be the right road because here's all the construction we passed earlier"....lol...i love gabby....i said "gabby....the construction we were on earlier had both directions on one side, traveling in one lane, which is why it was backed up.....(yeah, got caught in a serious traffic jam on the way)....the construction were passing now was nothing more than the orange and white barrels decorating the road and giving you less room to swerve....so...the only smart thing to do would be to get off on the next exit right?....

the next exit that came up was a darker than the highway....it was a winding exit and i didnt see ANY sign of life, animals, UFO's ...nothing...it looked like a trap to the Last House on the Left.....i pushed the pedal to the floor and we zoomed past.....laughing.....
....the next exit, which was roughly, 10-15 miles away....same deal....pedal to medal time again.....we probably drove an extra 30 miles just looking for an exit to get off on that had lights, cameras and action.....

...finally we pull up at a station and got out to go find out where we were....the men, one in a country boy hat, probably laughed hard at us after we left....they told us to head 'BACK TO CHICAGO' and catch the highway from there...and the rest of this story will be cont later...
my hands hurt from typing and i've had virtually 3 hours of sleep in the last 24 hours.

BUT make sure you come back for part two, which will chronicle us making it home six and a half hours later, witnessing a UFO or something very eerily similar to it and my struggle to stay awake...oh...and a video of it all while on the road...which by itself is chucked full of humor...love ya'll

*and if my pen should run out of ink, i will purchase a new one*

1 comment:

  1. That's a wonderful story. None of that is scary when you have a Ride-Or-Die sista @ shotgun position with ya! Beautiful...

    *and if you're pen should run out of ink, I would gladly give you mine*

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