From the Road

See the full gallery on Posterous So it has been a while since I've written from the road.  It's not that I haven't been traveling (I've been doing plenty of that).  In the past 3 weeks alone I've crisscrossed from D.C. to Ohio, to Annapolis (on Naval Academy Graduation Day no less), back to Ohio, and on to Georgia. This morning I am writing from downtown Augusta, GA.  I arrived back in the South on Saturday after a heavy overdose of pseudophed for my clogged up ears.  I took so much of the stuff, in the hopes that my ears would adjust while flying, that I probably caused TSA to put out a call to the DEA, FBI, CIA, and some number of other three-lettered agencies.  Needless to say, today is the first day that I actually realized that I was indeed, in Augusta. As for Augusta, there isn't much here, but it is where I come to find my serenity.  I telework from here about one to two times per month.  It is quiet, slow, and just what I need to clear out the

So its St. Paddy's day and one would hope to find luck while traveling. I haven't taken to the air and the adventure is already beginning, albeit I haven't seen too many lucky people just yet. Let's start with Carlos. Now Carlos was Spanish, but hey everyone is a little bit of Irish today...or so I thought. Apparently Carlos hadn't had his bangers and mash today. He wasn't in as festive a mood as I was. Carlos was my shuttle driver from Marriott to IAD. I tried to make light with him, but he remained silent...except for the "damn" which he muttered as he loaded my bags. I arrive at IAD and the lady ahead of me had an unlucky encounter with TSA. I remember the days of traveling alone with an infant, but this woman was trying to pack a BabysRUs super store through security. MAD WOMAN TRAVEL TIP: If traveling with a child under the age of 2...you do not need a car seat, you do not need a stroller system, you do not need a giant diaper bag. Ladies, lad

I boarded the plane last night around 7:00 P.M.  A small little man with a Napolean complex was right behind me.  He rambled on about his large apartment in Dupont and how he had been bumped out of first class and how he worked for his dad...blah, blah, blah.   But for whatever reason, I entertained his conversation.  We boarded the 737 and headed for the far back of the plane (thats what I get for not choosing my seats).  As I passed through the first class cabin full of businessmen who were already seated, I paid no attention.  All of the sudden I hear Napolean say "he you wanna take a picture...it will last longer".  I turned around to see a fifty-something businessman look at him in disbelief. "What did you say", the man asked. "Did I stutter", Napolean replied. I kept moving for the back of the plane, unaware of what was going on.  As we got to our seats, Napolean turned around and said, "did you not see that man staring at you"? I

In a precautionary measure, I left work a little early to head into the I-495 abyss. I headed north for BWI airport. ETOA 1hour, 30 minutes. However, if one is from Northern Virginia you realize that it is rush hour 24 hours a day. In fact, if we added a few casinos we could give Vegas a run for their money as "the city that never sleeps". I waved hello to my familiar friends...the construction sign, the wreck, and the occasional decorative flare. Traffic was at a stand still. My flight was not scheduled to depart until 7:50, but at the rate I was moving I was going to be lucky to make that (mind you it was 4:30 at this time). I decided to pull a covert move and sneak up the BW Parkway instead of I-95. It might have saved me. I arrived at BWI, hopped the shuttle bus full of disappointingly, uninteresting people and rushed for security. A group of TSA's in training passed by. One of which said "that's ok, she knows I can't spell anyhow". Now I love my fe

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And so the weekend is winding down and I'm back on Megasbus headed South. This weekend did not go without its fair share of amusing people on the road...and well off the road too. I arrived in Pittsburgh, PA an hour ahead of schedule. I was greeted by a woman at the David L Lawrence Convention Center with a bit of a Napolean Complex. I had wandered inside to briefly de thaw my fingers (it was 19 degrees), and call my parents. Apparently my mother's internal GPS was broken and they had ended up an hour North of PIT and were running late to get me. The woman at the convention center rushed over and looked at me like I was the scum of the earth and said "shew...outside...we're not the bus station". To which I rolled my eyes and kindly replied "welcome to Pittsburgh to you too". Afterall it was the first time I had ever been to Pittsburgh. I stood outside, freezing and waited for my parents. They arrived about 40 minutes later. We loaded up and headed we

Currently on MegaBus somewhere between DC and Pittsburgh, PA.  The outlandish price of gas in and around the Metro area has lead me to do some pretty outlandish things myself.  I must admit, it is like being on vaction from myself (rather European like).  After the journey to snow-filled streets in NYC last week on Greyhound, I decided to give Megabus a shot.  I had heard good things, and hey...it is cheap, cheap, cheap.  So, here is my review, or shall we say comparrison of the two. Greyhound had ample indoor waiting room which was nice and warm. However, the station itself didn't have real affordable parking in D.C. ($12.00/ day).  I opted to take the metro train into Union Station and cab (it is too far to walk) from there.  Greyhound shares buses with Peter Pan, and that day was very busy because of the Snowmageddon II in NYC.  I barely managed to get on the bus that I was ticketed for (literally just by luck they pulled me out of line and I got to go).  The bus was a Pet