Today I learned (while rocking out) something interesting while driving home from Robin's. A few of us were hanging out, and then Julie & Robin were my two hot dates for the night - and they sure know how to show a girl a good time. There I was in the minivan full of dogs, rocking out to some Poison on the classic rock station. Uh... did I miss a few decades where the all-impressive hair bands of my youth became blooming CLASSIC ROCK??
I digress. While driving, I learned that I can still headbang over my steering wheel. I also learned that such action now makes me motion sick. Dude, and I used to be able to headbang down the highway with the best of them. Dismayed. Utterly dismayed.
I also learned while bouncing up and down in my seat like some sort of deranged hemorrhoidal Muppet that THAT also makes me motion sick. On the heels of those experiments I learned that evidently with the combination of dinner and exhaustion most extraneous movements of my head were just not going over very well at all.
Eventually I wound up turning it back to the country station so I could cry in my proverbial beer instead. Sedately, quietly, and blessedly less nauseated I sung along and thanked the churning wad of chicken Alfredo, bacon cheese fries, ranch dressing, salad, and chocolate cake for not making me pull off in the median to call dinosaurs.
Who says driving is boring?