The total drive from Texarkana to Austin took about five hours. During the drive, I made my first formal attempt at working remotely for Notre Dame. I was scheduled to be on a conference call from 2:30pm to 4:30pm, but I only stuck with the call until about 2:40pm due to phone issues. Whoever thought that working remotely for ND might intrude on my new career path was dead wrong! I’m loving my new schedule! In case Mary (my boss) is reading this, I am totally kidding, and I have every intention of calling Kelli tomorrow to get brought up-to-speed on what I missed. After the botched conference call, I put on another concert in the car (this time to my Oldies playlist); the concert lasted a couple of hours, and I have to say, I totally killed it! On the whole, I’d say that my five hours in the car today were spent productively.
Once I arrived at Jessica’s apartment in Austin, I took a brief power nap before I began moving all of my belongings from my car to Jessica’s. For those of you who don’t know, Jessica and I decided to swap cars and we will be driving her old car (my new car) to LA in the morning. It’s a complicated scenario, and we both struggled all night when referring to each other’s respective cars. At what point does my car become hers and vice versa? This experience has given me a whole new perspective on the Arab-Israeli conflict – proprietorship is confusing, man!
After my new (her old) car was repacked, Jessica surprised me with several birthday presents (my birthday was on February 17th, so if you missed it, I’m still accepting belated gifts). As always, Jessica was way too generous, and I have a whole new wardrobe to take with me to LA. Unfortunately, my waistsize from high school seems to be forever engrained in Jessica’s mind, as she fails to realize that my Taco Bell consumption over the years has added a few inches to my girth. Therefore, we made a detour on the way to dinner to exchange my pants for sizes that actually fit – it was either that or go on a diet, and as I said above, it’s out of my control.
We grabbed a bite to eat at a local pizzeria in Austin. The prices weren’t competitive with TB’s, but the quality of the food more than made up for it. Returning home with full bellies at 11pm, Jess decided it was finally time to start packing for LA. I blame my mother, a retired flight attendant, for Jess’ procrastination. Mom would always put off packing her suitcase until the wee hours of the morning, and this has become an accepted family tradition.
It has now been three hours, and Jess is still rummaging through her closet. At this rate, I know that she’ll be up the rest of the night, which means that my co-pilot will almost certainly be asleep on the job tomorrow. At least I’ve still got my 80s playlist to entertain me during the drive. “Highway to the danger zone!”