The last blog of the year
My sister Sarah recently introduced me to DJ Earworm, who, at the end of each December, creates an epic mashup of the top 25 songs of the year.
They are ridiculous.
I know I love country music, but Earworm makes me want to be a pop star SO BAD.
No better way to ring in the new year – that is, aside from celebrating Mel & Jesse’s wedding tonight. I’ll be in a silver dress and sparkly heels. It’s my last night in Nashville before pointing my wheel west tomorrow, and driving for one million miles back to Denver.
[I just read that sentence out loud to Julie, and she, in all seriousness, asked, “Is it really one million miles to Denver?” The sweetie.]
And not to set all of you ON EDGE for my entire one million mile drive, but this week, while idling at stop lights, the Honda has started smelling like burned rubber. Diagnoses? My suspicion is that the clutch is going out – and if that were the case, should I… not drive away tomorrow?
Check back in 2011 to find out what has become of me.