Adventures on the Poker Felt

But no trip across the country would be complete without dinging the trailer at least once.

Along with all our worldly possessions, our mutt and my car trailing behind, we made it safely across the country.  We ran into some rough terrain in OKC.  Driving hwy 40 thru OKC was like driving a horse drawn carriage across cobblestone.  There were also some rough spots leaving Arkansas and a wicked downpour as we past Atlanta en route to our last overnight stop in Macon, Ga.  I’m convinced some of the truck drivers think they’re driving mini coopers.  It’s the only way i can accept them blowing past me in pitch blackness with buckets of rain coming down.  Visibility was about 20′.

The drive from Macon to Florida was uneventful except for a bit of rain.  Which i’m discovering occurs around here like 70 degree sunshine filled days in So Cal.  Luckily for us, the rain didn’t show it’s ugly head as we unloaded the truck last Friday morning.  What took us almost 9 hrs to load took just over 2 hrs to unload.  It’s been such a long time since I moved, I forgot how much longer it takes to carefully place all your belongings on a truck so they all fit without crushing each other as opposed to grabbing boxes and going.

Over the past week, we’ve got mostly everything unpacked.  We picked up a new bookcase, night stand for our bedroom and a desk for me.  We stopped at just about every retailer that might have a desk we’d both like and after several days wandered into a small furniture store across from Home Depot just as they were closing.  They had exactly one desk on display and that was the one we both instantly agreed on.

Our place is in close proximity of a main blvd with more retail outlets, restaurants and bars than we could’ve hoped for.   There’s a sports bar across the street from our complex which turns out to be a Steelers bar.  It will definitely be worth it to deal with the terrible turds as I enjoy the Bolt’s on their big LCD screens courtesy of NFL Ticket.

We spent the 4th at Tina’s brother’s house grilling and watching the Yankees/Blue Jays game.  Tina insisted on stopping at a fireworks stand on the way and picked up some decent shit.  She bought some mortars that launched like 30-40′ feet in the air, blew up and came down with a nice shower of sparks.  No way you’d ever find anything like that in So Cal.  The fireworks there are pretty tame.  I was kicking myself for not stopping in NM to pick up some M-1000’s.

I’ve only played just a few sngs since leaving So Cal.  Hoping to bump up the volume now that we’re close to settling in.  Also a trip to Hard Rock Tampa is probably somewhere on the agenda.