So, the Outlaws have been visiting. The weekend that they arrived was yet another weekend with temperatures over 100 degrees so that pretty much ruled out any sort of outdoor activity.
After some thought, it occured to the 'chick that it had been years since the clan had paid a visit to Opryland Hotel.
Opryland Hotel is the best at bringing the outdoors indoors and air-conditioning it. There are gardens and fountains and trees and even a river that has a boat ride. Almost like the Bellagio in Las Vegas. Except there are no slot machines.
So anyway, the Roadie crew wandered through the gardens and watched the Dancing Waters and poked around in gift shops ($2.50 for a bottle of Coke! $8.50 for a pack of cigarettes!) and took pictures and generally acted like they didn't get out much.
They almost made it out safely. Almost. But then, they looked down one level and saw this:
Well, no trip to the big city is complete without a little electronic amusement. Right? Into the arcade they went.
Right by the door, there was a machine that was similar to a crane game, where you have to grab the prize and manuever it to the chute in order to win the prize. This game had a spinning disk with a round dish on it and in the dish was a key. The key unlocked the "prize box" on top of the machine and the "prize box" contained one of those handheld Playstation video game thingees. (Wow, the 'chick can rock that technical language. Scary, isn't it?) In order to get the dish with the key, you had to get a mechanical arm to sliiiiiiide it over to your personal prize chute and knock it in.
Not as easy as it sounds.
So, they played that for awhile. A long while. Almost long enough to take the money invested in trying to win the game and just go buy the prize instead.
Then it happened.
Someone, who shall remain nameless, wondered out loud what would happen if the machine were to say . . . tilt and just slide the dish over.
Now, realize that this game machine weighed several hundred pounds so the efforts of a few people, who shall remain nameless, were needed for this experiment.
The results are as follows:
A LOUD alarm and bell (and possibly a flashing light) went off and the little (hidden) doors over the chutes slid closed.
Everyone in the arcade turned to look to see what was going on.
The scientific team conducting the experiment promptly set the machine back down again.
The entire Roadie crew e a s e d casually toward the door of the arcade, looking innocent.
The entire Roadie crew practiced their speed-walking skills to the nearest outside exit which was conveniently also the same door that they had entered through so getaway cars were very close at hand.
No one was arrested, but it's entirely possible that Opryland has face-recognition security software and the Roadie crew has been tagged for immediate ejection should they ever darken the doors again.
They don't call it NashVegas for nothing.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Posted by Roadchick at 6:11 PM
Sunday, August 26, 2007
The 'chick has redecorated. Links will be added later. The 'chick is exhausted from the wallpapering.
Hopefully the autumn colors will inspire the weather to COOL down. Weeks of being over 100 degrees is starting to take its toll. Hopefully the new template will inspire the 'chick to actually write once in awhile.
Snaps to Pyzam for the template.
Remind the 'chick to tell y'all about the Outlaws' visit - but it's not over yet. They're on their way back from visiting other family. More hilarity will ensue.
(Why is it that past bedtime always seems like the best time to get started on something like this???)
Posted by Roadchick at 10:53 PM
Saturday, August 18, 2007
With thanks to Heather for the idea!
You're Adventures of Huckleberry Finn!
by Mark Twain
With an affinity for floating down the river, you see things in black
and white. The world is strange and new to you and the more you learn about it, the less
it makes sense. You probably speak with an accent and others have a hard time
understanding you and an even harder time taking you seriously. Nevertheless, your
adventurous spirit is admirable. You really like straw hats.
Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
Posted by Roadchick at 5:09 PM
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
It's either a cold or bad allergies.
Whatever it is, it is NOT welcome right now.
The carpet cleaners come tomorrow. Stuff needs to be moved - just little stuff since they do the heavy moving, but still.
Redneck is working some serious overtime so the 'chick won't see him until the weekend.
Rockboy headed back to school on Monday and it's going to be a LOOOOOONG year.
The 'chick cleaned out her closet last night and has a TON of stuff to haul to Goodwill. They have drive-thru drop-off now. You pull up, pop the trunk, and the nice people come out and unload your car for you. And hand you a receipt for tax purposes.
And, it's 105 degrees out. No kidding.
Posted by Roadchick at 2:47 PM
Monday, August 13, 2007
If it's August, it means that it's time for the Outlaws to descend. They will be here, luggage in tow, late Saturday afternoon.
Just thinking about it makes the 'chick tired. The Outlaws are always welcome in the Roadtrip household but the 'chick has a bit of the obsessive-compulsive about her and wants everything just so for them before they get here. And that means cleaning.
Normally, the cleaning would be well underway, but this year, it's just not happening. Work does not permit it and the 'chick's energy level does not permit it.
So, the troops have been called in.
For the first time EVER, the 'chick has arranged for a carpet cleaning company to come in and clean the carpeting in the living room, guest room, and for good measure, her bedroom. They come Thursday morning.
Rockboy will be threatened into cleaning his bathroom since the guest room shares that bathroom.
Groceries will have to be purchased. Menus will have to be planned.
Luckily though, activities will not have to be arranged because the fair is coming to town. And when the fair comes, so does the demolition derby and mud drags. Redneck good times, y'all.
For longtime readers, you will remember that not long after Roadchick and Redneck started dating, the Outlaws came to town and were carried to the mud drags. This calendar will likely be repeated this year.
And, in the "Awww" column - Redneck and Roadchick celebrated their one-year anniversary over the weekend by going out to dinner in downtown Nashville followed up by a visit to the comedy club to see Pauly Shore. A good time was had by all.
And, it was a Very. Good. Weekend.
Keep a good thought for the entire Roadie crew. It's going to get busy.
Posted by Roadchick at 7:53 PM
Thursday, August 09, 2007
Posted by Roadchick at 7:45 PM
Sunday, August 05, 2007
Posted by Roadchick at 11:22 AM
Friday, August 03, 2007
The 'chick has moved.
She called in the movers and bought a lot of beer.
But not really.
However, she DID paint a new number on the slightly tilted mailbox at the end of the driveway.
The 'chick is now:
But, even if you still have the old address, you can still visit the 'chick. Blogger has kindly agreed to let the 'chick paint over the old owner's name and put hers up top.
It seemed like too much of a commitment to actually purchase space to host the blog elsewhere. Buying the domain was more of an impulse purchase. The last 10 feet of Walmart, if you will.
Anyway, housewarming party at the 'chick's.
Bring nice gifts! And more beer.
Posted by Roadchick at 2:59 PM