Honky Tonk

Well, if I could sing...

I would sing a song about a minor catastrophe involving an atm card. Little did I know that when I stopped through Conway to jumpstart my trip with megan and a cup of coffee, I very accidentally left my atm card in the damn machine.

Of course, I don't realize I've done this until I'm nearing Memphis. Now, if you're thinking no big deal, you're wrong. My atm card is everything to me. No cash, no checks, no credit cards. Okay, so I had enough cash to fill up my tank to get back to Lonoke (right outside Little Rock) where the nearest Arvest was located. My mom was hard at work getting things all figured out for me--cancelling my account for fear of fraud and all that jazz.

I really forget how absentminded I can be, which makes me doubt my competence as far as this trip is concerned. I mean: Should I really be driving all this way? No telling what other dumb acts I'm capable of committing. Hopefully, I've learned my lesson. Better to have happened in the beginning. And Lonoke wasn't so bad. I met a nice police officer and a charming boy at the local gas station. Too bad it doesn't take longer to fill up with gas.

I'm trying really hard not to let the slip up be percieved as a bad omen, just like I ignored other possible bad omens: the expensive repair on my car before leaving, a loose side view mirror, my bumper which got mysteriously hit the night before I left on my trip. These are ambiguous, right? Not bad at all... I did see one of those Oscar Myer Weiner Mobiles on the Interstate. I'm not sure what kind of omen that was. I guess there's nothing left to do but wonder when a big weiner passes you by.

Oh yeah, I also have a popazon (sp?) turned upside down and tied to the top of my car, so as people have been telling me, my car looks like a giant turtle.

I have made it to Nashville and spent a beautiful evening with Natalie, friends, and cats. Nashville strikes me as quaint. Very enjoyable. Lots of honky tonk (I've been instructed to use this word as much as possible in my description of Nashville). No complaints. And for all of those who know Natalie, she's doing great and is still a bottle of fun. So are her cats. Frisky, indeed.

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