My second solo road trip comes to an end
My first solo road trip was to southern California, and I was so concerned that my piece of shit car was going to crap out at any moment that it was not very enjoyable. This trip was better. A had a lot of time to think and talk to myself. I mean talk to my dog...I'd never talk to myself. Unless I was reading lines of the screenplay from recent scenes I've written in my head. Shut up.
Overall, I'm glad I went. Morro Bay is beautiful, and it was nice to be there to support my sister and help with the wedding invitations. Okay that part wasn't so nice, except making stars and spirals with the neat paper punches I ended up stealing, which had nothing to do with the invitations except that I was doing that when I should have been helping. Now I see why she did not choose me as maid of honor.
Weddings are insane, and I will never have one. Ever. Never. Maybe a reception, but not a wedding. Watching my sister enthusiastically try to convince me that we can trace the names and addresses of 75 invitees in art deco font was just too much. Trace. Letter by letter. You're going insane, Ambrosia. Fucking relax. I forbid you from handwriting invitations in art deco font. Either print, or use your own beautiful handwriting. No worries, a relaxing walk with Jango distracted her from the topic, and luckily we didn't get far enough to start the addressing...probably because I spent too much time punching stars and spirals. Oh, and I made eggplant parmesan for lunch, salmon with alfredo for dinner, and strawberry shortcake for dessert. I guess I'm a good sister afterall.
I thought my TV situation was sad, but that was before we watched downloaded TV episodes on Spencer's 15" laptop monitor because they don't have a television. That was sad.
I had many, many productive thoughts on my screenplay all day today, which I will probably forget tomorrow since I posted this instead of writing them down. I finally have an ending. It's quite happy in my mind although some people will probably disagree. At least it's a lot less unrealistic than a typical romantic story, but not as real as my real love life, which is lame in comparison. Oh well.