One successful Roadtrip has indeed come to a close. What a blast! Jemyn, Soryane's brother, organized the trip and rounded all of us up for the epic adventure.
We alternated playing Sorayne's eclectic musical CDs, aptly named with some sort of "Random" in the title, and running an in-car version of a no-roll RPG all the way down to Texas, making a couple of stops on the way down to visit friends and family.
We stopped in IL to visit his Aunt, Uncle, and cousins - the children adopted the rest of our crew as cousins of theirs as well, proclaiming that we all had to return. Myself in particular, it seems, as I have to tell more of my stories next time, and I am an excellent pretender, as I have been told. ^_^
I found out Jemyn has a blog - seems he's thrown the digital pen down at http://friendofthepen.blogspot.com/ - go check him out! His description of the event is bound to be far more interesting than mine. I did, however, take video. LOTS of video. There would have been more, if I hadn't thought I'd left the camera at home, discovering it only after we had left our frist layover back in IL. Phoo!
Somewhere around mid-Missouri (after the Saint Louis Arch was spotted, recorded, and passed) our driver of choice Panda and I, acting as navigator, discovered that the quality of the road changes dramatically every half hour or so. We could not only see it, but actually feel the line as the Jemyn Troop Transport crossed it. When the very visually ovbious red stretch of highway began, we suddenly realized that we must be crossing county lines with each change of road quality. We could tell how well-to-do each county was! Every time we hit one of these lines, we proclaimed "NEW COUNTY" to the rest of the vehicle's inhabitants (until they fell asleep, when we just looked at each other and said "Guess what?" *bump* "New County!" and much mirth occurred.)
Texas itself was amazing - though the pervasive, random encounters of the sent of "skunk'n'onions" (yes, TOGETHER) will forever leave me in hysterics. Panda can back me up on this. We arrived at the illustrious Guild Master's house, Panda and I were quite tired, having made the 14+ hour drive being awake and in command of the JTT. Well, Panda was in command. I was merely nagravator. :3 Being awake the whole day before we left IL had ment we were up for 30 some hours at that point, which left me rather delirious, so to speak. That Stacker 2 energy shot really did the trick - but the crash was wicked. I konked out for two hours, as did most of the crew (Jemyn aside - he actually slept most of the way ;p )
The afternoon was spent in downtown Denton, we had an awesome lunch at Chik-fil-a and an amazing bbq dinner (DR PEPPER BBQ CHICKEN OMG) and those of us who were part of the guild raided and beat the game of WOW. Seriously. They beat WOW. Jemyn's ladyfriend and I, not being WOWers, chose instead to catch up on our beauty rest and passed out early.
The next day had us at Whataburger for lunch, a Texas staple, and then we headed off to the road again, this time going straight to Lake Bliss, the property owned by Sorayne and Jemyn's Dad and Stepmother. And, to some extent, the animals... LOL!
More to come later, if I keep typing at this rate, I'll develop carpal tunnel and then I won't be able to feed the goats and sheep and horses and chickens and whoever else will be there next time. ^_^
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Death in the Family
It's been a rough month.
Sorayne, who I've posted of here before, passed away suddenly and tragically five weeks ago, and I just haven't had the gumption or the wherewithal to post about it yet... and I didn't want to post of any other things first. We were nearly inseparable, living together and going to conventions and running amok of our city at wee hours of the morning. When she moved across the state to live with her fiance, we still got in touch with each other every evening via Skype, just to see each other's faces. She was instrumental in the formation of my bento blog's resurgence last year, even going so far as to suggest to the Youmacon board that I run a pannel on bento making at this year's convention. Calling her my girlfriend doesn't do her justice. The world is a lot less bright without my fearless, take-no-crap butterfly.
Sorayne had only two rules governing her life - 1) tell no lies, and 2) regret nothing. While I only knew her for a few years, and our trials and tribulations were both varied and sometimes oddly loud, we loved each other to the end. I will follow her rules of life forever, and remember to never regret time not spent, things not done. We had time, we did things, and they were wild, sane, doubious, definate, leftist, conservative, up, down, and I loved them all. I won't lie either - it's been difficult, being reminded that she isn't with us in the mortal sense, but I have, on occasion, been smacked in the face with her spiritual presence amongst us.
At her memorial, she biffed her brother with a leaf for straightening her photograph.
Sitting in the spare room that used to be hers, talking metaphysics with some like-minded friends of ours, a bottle of neon green bubble solution randomly appeared in the window next to us, when it most certainly was not there before. Sorayne's doing, no doubt.
The Monarch butterflies, her favorite flower, migrate right through her will-be-soon Orchard on her father's property in Texas.
I woke up this morning due to an episode of True Blood playing on my Netflix-enabled computer. Sorayne's televised obsession, as it were.
I have her signature Bag-of-Holding, it will live on as a convention bag with me, going to Youmacon, World Steam, and all of the other conventions we lived and worked together, holding our ever-flowing supply of snacks, notebooks, pencils, juice boxes, and black sharpies for the Registration team.
I miss you, love you, and will never forget you, Sugarcube.
Sorayne, who I've posted of here before, passed away suddenly and tragically five weeks ago, and I just haven't had the gumption or the wherewithal to post about it yet... and I didn't want to post of any other things first. We were nearly inseparable, living together and going to conventions and running amok of our city at wee hours of the morning. When she moved across the state to live with her fiance, we still got in touch with each other every evening via Skype, just to see each other's faces. She was instrumental in the formation of my bento blog's resurgence last year, even going so far as to suggest to the Youmacon board that I run a pannel on bento making at this year's convention. Calling her my girlfriend doesn't do her justice. The world is a lot less bright without my fearless, take-no-crap butterfly.
Sorayne had only two rules governing her life - 1) tell no lies, and 2) regret nothing. While I only knew her for a few years, and our trials and tribulations were both varied and sometimes oddly loud, we loved each other to the end. I will follow her rules of life forever, and remember to never regret time not spent, things not done. We had time, we did things, and they were wild, sane, doubious, definate, leftist, conservative, up, down, and I loved them all. I won't lie either - it's been difficult, being reminded that she isn't with us in the mortal sense, but I have, on occasion, been smacked in the face with her spiritual presence amongst us.
At her memorial, she biffed her brother with a leaf for straightening her photograph.
Sitting in the spare room that used to be hers, talking metaphysics with some like-minded friends of ours, a bottle of neon green bubble solution randomly appeared in the window next to us, when it most certainly was not there before. Sorayne's doing, no doubt.
The Monarch butterflies, her favorite flower, migrate right through her will-be-soon Orchard on her father's property in Texas.
I woke up this morning due to an episode of True Blood playing on my Netflix-enabled computer. Sorayne's televised obsession, as it were.
I have her signature Bag-of-Holding, it will live on as a convention bag with me, going to Youmacon, World Steam, and all of the other conventions we lived and worked together, holding our ever-flowing supply of snacks, notebooks, pencils, juice boxes, and black sharpies for the Registration team.
I miss you, love you, and will never forget you, Sugarcube.
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