Good grief, I hear you think. What the heck is Sumiks getting into?
I'm resisting the urge to ask that of myself. That is a valid question, one that I hope to elucidate as I introduce this new, special segment of Blogarithm.
Ever since I was small, my parents and I wanted to take a big trip "out west" - a trip where we'd just hop in our car and ride out, seeing all the major (and some minor) sights of the American West - specifically, the southwest. It was continually put off until next summer for various reasons.
"Next summer" has arrived. This gigantic road trip - which I have yclept "The Great American Road Trip" - will commence tomorrow. (It may commence Thursday, but that would be unexpected.)
And you expect us to care?
Why yes, I do. Because trips are never boring, especially our road trips.
Here's an example: Last May, I was offered beer not once, but twice in Pittsburgh and then once again in Toronto - and that wasn't even the most bizarre thing that happened on that trip. No, we got on some back roads in West Virginia after getting off the highway to look at some caverns, and ended up going through backwards-looking towns with such names as "Carl" while hoping dearly that the coal-hauling trucks going 70 miles an hour down these narrow mountain roads wouldn't turn us and our car into pâté.
(After getting back on the main highway in one piece, we learned a most delightful little fact - you couldn't, apparently, acquire a hotel room in West Virginia on a Tuesday night. Even Pittsburgh was packed at 1:00 in the morning, as someone from one hotel made a reservation with another - but that hotel didn't have a room either, so we ended up sleeping in a "mock room" - which was not a room with a picture of the city where the window would be, but rather like an extended-stay room.)
Oh yes, and there was the incident in Toronto where we paid $120 for three sandwiches and a large glass of bottled water. (At least we stayed near the CN Tower.)
The point is that that trip was considered to be a normal trip. Things have a tendency to just happen to us, whether we like it or not - and we do like it.
As I wrote to my grandmother, expounding upon our various exploits and misadventures, I wished that BZPower wasn't down so I could post them, for it occurred to me that the hilarious exploits and somewhat dubious misadventures we inevitably get ourselves into would make hilarious blog entries. With this trip, however, I have the ability to do just that.
Buckle up, BZP - because you're along for the ride too.