3 posts tagged “casper”

This is just hilarious.

My car is fixed and we have a vehicle so we can leave Casper!  Finally!  And we have a game plan to get ourselves back on track!

BUT...

We can't drive south because there's A BLIZZARD IN DENVER.  The snow starts in Cheyenne, Wyoming, and just gets worse the further south and east you go, which makes sense since we need to go both south and east.  OF COURSE there's a blizzard in our path.  What's next?  Hurricanes?  Earthquakes?  Locusts?

So, that means we're in Casper ONE.  MORE.  DAY.

It was a sunny Monday afternoon. We were headed down I-25S, on my great move from Big Sky Country to the Sunshine State. My feet were propped up on the dashboard and I was looking out the window watching the mountains turn into hills. Chris, my traveling companion, best friend, all-around everything to me, chuckled softly.

I turned to face him. "What?"

"I don't know how to tell you this," he said with a smile.

Before he said anything else, I knew where he was going. We're close like that; I don't know if he is capable of shocking me anymore. I hoped he was going to surprise me and go in a different direction with his next words, but I realized that I should have gone with my first instincts when he said, "We've got problems."

At this point we were 20 miles outside of Casper, Wyoming. My transmission (or "tranny" as Chris calls it; I'm not entirely comfortable with the idea of having a "tranny" under my hood) had been acting up for the last few miles. I drive a superhip minivan and we were pulling a U-Haul trailer packed to the brim; honestly, I kind of expected my car to give out after crossing the Continental Divide. We limped off the interstate on Exit 182B, pulled into the Exxon station on the corner of English Drive and English Avenue, and popped the hood. It seemed that my transmission was dead/dying. In Chris-speak that is: "Your tranny pissed all over the side of the car." He does have a way with words.

A tow truck ride later, we were firmly situated at the Parkway Plaza hotel in lovely Casper. And that is where we've been since Monday. Yep, Monday at 1pm. It is currently 6pm MST on Wednesday. The mechanic should have called us today -- we decided to swap out my transmission, put the contents of my trailer in storage in Casper, drive to Florida, and come back here when Wyoming thaws out to retrieve my belongings. But the mechanic did not call today. I'm thinking that Room 1113 at the Parkway Plaza might just be my new home.

So, if you happen to be in Casper, Wyoming, in the next 36 hours, stop by. We've exhausted the entertainment possibilities of this town -- amazing since we've been on foot the whole time and saw everything there is to see in the span of about 6 hours. Today we walked upstairs to the second floor of the hotel...for fun. It's actually come to that.

If you can find it in your heart, think happy thoughts for us. We hope to be back in Florida by 2007, but who knows. Also, if you happen to know of any jobs available anywhere in Florida, let me know -- I was kind of moving just to get out of Montana anyway, and now I really need the cash. I'm thinking of starting my own 501(c)3 charity to benefit me. I'll let you know where you can send donations.

PS -- If you have any marijuana, you know where to find me. We're just about out and Casper is better with weed.

...Or so I've heard.

That's right -- it's true.  As I type, I'm sitting in a hotel room in Casper, Wyoming, with Chris, my loyal traveling companion.  We both were suddenly wide awake at 1am this morning and now we're just trying to figure out what to do with ourselves...in Casper, Wyoming.  The best part?  It's Chris' birthday today.  I'm sure this is exactly where he wanted to be.  I consider this to be my special gift to him.  He's so lucky to have a friend like me.

Tomorrow, hopefully, I'll have a new transmission so we can skedaddle on out of here.  Here's the big plan:

1.  Get new transmission

2.  Drop off the contents of my U-Haul trailer in a storage unit in Casper (my van is not to pull that trailer again -- unless I want to get another transmission in 700 miles)

3.  Continue this neverending drive to Florida

4.  Come back here in May to get my stuff out of storage

Somewhere in there I've got to get a job so that I can pay for this shit.  Yay, I'm so glad I quit my respectable job at the museum for this!

We're making the best of it, though, because what else can you do?  If you need a bar recommendation for Casper, I'm your girl.

Okay, I think I'm going to put something on other than my underwear.  That's right: I'm blogging pantsless.