The Tour du Roi
This weekend, MTM and I are going on a road trip. Nine hours one way in the car with my father. I will be both voiceless and insane by the time we arrive at our destination.
YOU’RE STILL GOING, AIN’T YA?
I SAID YEEEEEESSSSS, DAAAAAAADDDDD!!!!!!!
Okay, because I done bought the tickets. They was sixty dollars. SIXTY. I’m not tellin’ you like I expect you to pay me back or nothin’.
HUH?!?!?! I said SIXTY. Your part’s FORTY.
Four days touring Roy’s early life. I am confident that we will tramp through graveyards. Eat really-bad-for-us food. (Or, just really bad food.) Drag ourselves past my Dad’s old home place and imagine my grandparents on the porch, dipping snuff. Tour the site of the Scopes Monkey Trial, only because Dad likes to say the phrase ‘Scopes Monkey Trial‘ over and over and over again.
Dad will hurt himself trying to do ‘blog-worthy’ things. I will probably hear the words I’m funny, ain’t I? You gonna write about that on your blog? Huh? at least a million times.
You are lucky, Dear Reader. MTM booked a cabin in the middle of nowhere. It has no internet or mobile access. Otherwise, I might be tempted to live-blog this Tour du Roi experience for four straight days. I will try to bring you the best parts. It might be a series that takes a whole month to complete.