Saturday, November 21, 2009

The world outside of Ithaca


We're in Boston today. Jeremy and I spent our 8th anniversary on a six-hour road trip and then spent the night in fabulous hotel accommodations...crammed into one room with our two kids.

Nevertheless, I do love me a good road trip. We only stopped twice, but we struck out both times. The first time, I really, really had to go to the bathroom and of course I realized the urgency of the situation only after we passed half a dozen brightly lit, conveniently located travel plazas. No, I had to choose the next exit, the one where we had to drive three miles from the freeway on winding, fast-darkening country roads to use the gross bathroom at some grimy gas station.


Our next pit stop was just before we crossed the New York/Massachusetts border. We were kind of in the middle of nowhere, and I didn't want to make the same mistake, so I made an executive decision to pull off at a gas station right off the freeway. It was brightly lit, but it was also one of the scariest gas stations I've ever been to. There were sloppy handwritten signs everywhere saying things like "the bathroom is for PAYING customers ONLY" and "do NOT touch the maps unless you plan to BUY them" and also, we bought a bottle of water and it was leaking so I'm not sure it was legitimate. And there was the small matter of the porn magazines in plain view by the checkout counter. Oh well.

Of course, a few miles later there were the clean, brightly lit travel plazas again, mocking us. Nigel the GPS needs to have a bathroom proximity vs. urgency to pee calculator.

So yes, we're in Boston now. The girls woke up way too early, of course, so I took advantage of the novelty of having a TV and turned on Sesame Street for them. That's when our vacation started feeling really exotic, because I realized we were watching Sesame Street on the actual WGBH Boston channel. Anyone who was a fan of anything worth watching on PBS during the 80s knows that distribution channel well.

Our trip is off to a great start!

7 comments:

JackJen said...

Oh, I SO wish you'd known the beauty of the MANY large, brightly-lit Mass Pike rest stops. There's even one in Sturbridge in a complex of salt box colonials, complete with stocks that you can pose in.

Also--I've lived here for 3 years. I'm still not over the WGBH thing.

And might I suggest WBUR 90.9? It's our SUPERB npr station. =)

Merkley Jiating said...

Bathroom proximity vs. urgency to pee calculator. You are amazing.

Lisa Lou said...

Right when I saw the logo, the little man's voice went off in my head: WGBH Boston.
Awesome that you saw it in real life!

elliespen said...

I saw the logo and the little jingle-chime tone went off in my head. I have to admit, that's probably what I'd be most excited about as well.

Tyler Ball said...

SO let me get this straight. You have no problems using a Turkish squatter, but the bushes by the side of the road are somehow unacceptable?

Teresa Jane said...

I drove what ended up being 16 hours on Sunday with Paisley. We were on our way to see Jared in North Dakota. My tire blew up in the night, 30 miles from any town, and in a place with no cell phone service. ANYWAYS, I ended up at a ghetto gas station to use a payphone and also noticed porn magazines behind the register. Since when is that ok?

Bridget said...

Oh my gosh. In that situation, I think porn magazines are the LEAST of your worries!

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