Dutch baby
Thursday, February 26th, 2009It occurs to me that I haven’t mentioned what’s happening tonight, have I?
Tonight, I am leaving on a road trip, traversing with PZC and the Handy Graham to their motherland – a distant, foreign place called PENNSYLVANIA. I have never been there. I’ve never really had any huge desire to go. But now that the time is upon me, I have to say that I am looking forward to exploring “the heart of Pennsylvania Dutch country,” otherwise known as Lancaster County. I hope that I see all sorts of Dutch things, like windmills, tulips, wooden clogs, and drugs.
Looking at the map, there’s a town called Intercourse, and another called Paradise, and even one called Fertility. Those Amish must be onto something.
It is a 760-mile journey, and we’re leaving tonight at 7:30pm, driving through the dark in my trusty Honda. Is this insane? Am I too old ladyish for such shenanigans? Yes. But it’s something that we’ve been planning for a long time, and there’s no way that I would miss my friend Rebecca’s wedding in Lancaster on Saturday. So we’ll drive tonight, and come back on Sunday.
Paul tells me that I should get excited about a miraculous gas station called Wawa. I can’t even type that without laughing. I looked them up online, and their current slogan is “Gottahava Wawa.” Trust me – I’ve already said it at least 15 times, and I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.
The next time you hear from me, I will have experienced Tennessee, Virginia, West Virginia, and Maryland, before arriving in the heart of Pennsylvania. This is ridiculous. I KNOW.
