Making it to the wedding on time: drifting in high on coffee and adrenaline
Travelogue, part 2: Pass the vodka, please
Sleeping in a hotel is never something I do well. So, when I wake well before my alarm, and the hotel breakfast that I won’t eat but like to assess and make judgments about. I toss my toiletries into the overnight bag and throw on a clean t-shirt. It’s desperately cold outside and I am wearing sandals.
Before leaving, we equipped my car with a heated blanket, and I’m grateful. I need coffee and gas. I hop on the turnpike and exit immediately to the service rest area I remembered from the day before. The Starbucks there is busy for a morning, and I fuel up my brain and car with necessary liquids.
My sister is getting married today. She scheduled the ceremony around my visit and I have a good 6 more hours to get to Northern Michigan. My plan is to not have to stop in Ohio. I’ll wait until Ann Arbor. It’s just shy of Ann Arbor when my bladder determines I must stop — now! I pull off to find that the advertised Starbucks is 7 miles away from the exit, and when I get there, it’s in a grocery store. I relieve myself in a McDonald's instead and leave. I am not making good time now.
As I approach Ann Arbor, traffic is backed up onto the highway. I forgot that the University of…
