In the Car
Its nice to be on the road to School. Or, in the case of my brother, uncle, and father, their summer baseball trip. Finally.
I am sitting in the back seat of my car, going at 45 miles per hour around the Marquette University Interstate 94/43 interchange here in Milwaukee. Scratch that. Already through it. My uncle, who has been reading my blog over the past few weeks and commented about not having to pay for parking, is driving the car. Finally.
I woke up this morning at 5:35, we were suppose to leave at 6. Fat chance of that EVER happening. I went down and had some Frosted Flakes and as I looked out the window I saw that my dad’s old car had a flat tire. Now that wouldn’t be that big of a deal usually, I mean, my Dad is going on this baseball trip. Only we are taking the van, because we have to lug all of my stuff down to Loyola. So of course my mother has to take the car around. We will definitely be missing the 8:00 move-in goal. Not like I care.
The advantage of getting to Loyola early is that I would be able to give the group of guys a long tour of campus. But it all depends on how fast I move in. Lunch should be good, and I wanted to go to a Cubs game all summer.
More soon.
