Getting Ready to Leave...

I'm still at the same place when Vicky left for work in the morning, the sofa has a big dent where I've been sitting and work on the computer, slowly catching-up to get up-to-date with this blog here and also e-mails and more. Now she calls me that she is leaving work and I should be ready in a few minutes to meet her in front of the apartment-building. I did move my car into the garage, looked the bike onto some pipes down there and got a few things out if it what I will need now. My shit-kickers, a.k.a. cowboy-boots and a decent looking shirt. I got all my stuff ready for a dance and a night out at a hotel. all packed into my little back-pack I wait for Vicky outside. Right when Vicky gets here Karen form New Orleans is calling me. She is driving with Moto to Daphne, Alabama for a Zydeco-festival, I kind of wish to be with them but thats not the case, we're picking up Carolyn at the train-station and follow the directions on a GPS to Kingston, NY. A 2 hour drive across the congested Tappan-Zee Bridge to get to the other side of the Hudson River to go north to get to Kingston.
All went well, except we did take a exit or so for no good reason other than the GPS mislead Vicky into believing to take this exit, paying a toll for exiting and ten anther one for entering back onto I-87. Once there the thing gets us to the hotel were Carolyn made reservations for us. We'll check into the room and get ready for the next step. Dinner at a diner in town. Again programing the GPS to get us there and we do with all the amazing driving-skills of Vicky. Before we go into the diner I notice that I forgot my camera at the hotel-room, what a bummer I can not record this event, eating at a "real" american diner. Lots of neon lighting, shine polished chrome panels on the outside and inside, with plenty of mirrors to make the place look fancy. We sit in a booth and order food.
Carolyn and Vicky are having the Salmon special and I have the ground-beef steak parmesan with spaghetti. Plenty of food to feed an army, I can't finish it all. Stuffed we sit back in the car and complete the programed journey to the dance at the Eagles Hall here in Kingston.
When we walked in Jesse Lege, a Cajun accordion player and singer, was making the sad sounds with his band. A glance around the room and I knew it is not gonna be one of the greatest dance-nights ever, more like the contrary. I'm not gonna wast more words on this event, I think I was the youngest, the music is not what I like and the place is sad looking. Ohh well we tried. I do see a few familiar faces and one of them is this Tom guy I ran into back in Louisiana. We get a good laugh out of this situation. The dance ends at around 11, we drive back to the Hotel and get a good nights rest. In the morning back to the same diner, this time I'm equipped with camera and more appetite to eat a hefty breakfast. I decided on the Morning Glory because one should have one every morning, so here comes mine; 2 eggs over-easy, 2 strips of bacon, 2 sausages, home-fries and 2 pieces of french-toast. A hell of a glory...

GPS, the savior of the trip, breakfast at the Broadway Diner...

The feasting is over, we're back in the car, driving south to Tuckahoe and drop Carolyn off at the train-station. Back in Vicky's place I'm blogging away to the perpetual blogging...

Back at Vicky's office, trying to catch-up with the blog...