In May, I took my car in to get the oil changed. The little sticker that they put in my window said that I would need my next change at a certain number of miles, or November 13, 2013. I take these stickers very seriously because I know absolutely nothing about cars, other than how to jump start my own car (a skill of which I am unspeakably proud). They could tell me that I needed a new flux capacitor and I would instantly start to cry at how much it was going to cost before even realizing that such a part [sadly] doesn’t exist.
But the sticker was out of touch with reality, as we actually had to get it changed yesterday, because we are already 100 miles past the recommended mileage. It’s just been one of those summers.
This past weekend was the last road trip until at least October and though I couldn’t be happier to be done with long days in the car, I am glad that we ended on such a good one.
First stop, Lansing, Michigan for the wedding of one of my college roomies. Yes, I showed my support for their marriage by rocking the primary colors. They are just my favorites.
Obviously, everyone knows that you go to weddings partially to celebrate the couple and partly to have a reunion with all your other college friends. This was no exception. Our little college town had not much beyond a few greasy spoon diners and the motto “It’s the people,” but it didn’t need much else. It was the people, it is the people that had me leave DC at 6 am and drive all day to get there in time for the wedding. Ok, so it was also the promise of great dancing and food. We are kind of a dance-crazed bunch of foodies. When you go to school in rural Michigan, those winters are long. You eat your way to comfort and then dance as if no one was watching because the world has forgotten you in the frozen wasteland that is Winter, which extends from November till May.
Oh, and because we are who we are, there was a lot of reading material on that beach. It has been said that hell is other people, or that hell is running a race why people throw stuff at you. No. Hell is finding yourself somewhere with nothing to read. That never happens with this crowd.
I have a secret confession: I maybe prefer Lake Michigan to the beach. Don’t get me wrong – I love the beach. But Lake Michigan looks just as good and has no jellyfish or salt that stings your eyes. I’m just saying.
After the day at the beach, I headed down to Indiana where we spent the weekend with James’ family. This means marveling at the amazing height of corn this year and pillaging their garden for the best of summer produce while the boys played baseball.
And today, we make one last trek back to DC. No more twice a day Starbucks in the car (Hooray Treat Receipt!), no more endless hours of audiobooks and scanning the radio for something we recognize. No more fast food meals, holding out forever to find Chick-Fil-A, and car snacks. No more car games, sing-a-longs, and naps against the window.
At least, not this summer.