Last Friday afternoon I was on my way to Salt Lake listening to Reba McEntire’s Number One’s CD – Disc 2.  Reba and Lari White are my two essential travel CD’s, they must accompany me every road trip.  For this trip, I traded out Lari so that I could listen to Sugarland.  My sister bought me a ticket to the group’s concert on Saturday and I had some cramming to do.

I traveled for a while and decided I better feed Felix the Ford Explorer with some cheap gas.  Pilot in Evanston would do perfectly because Felix isn’t particular, he just gets hungry a lot.  The signs for Evanston were getting more frequent so I pulled into the right lane anticipating the turn off.  As it turned out, I was right behind a tour bus, well, more like a tour RV.  The group’s name was written on the back with some terrifying artwork.  Will anybody be jealous that I followed the group Kung Fu Vampire into Evanston to fuel up my vehicle?

It took a moment for me to understand the writing on the RV but once I saw the name I assumed it was some kind of band.  I was right.  It also took me a few moments to register the license plate.  It read K F V.  But the V looked like a U to me.  “Is that legal?”  I asked myself.  I looked up at the group name and then back at the plate.  “Ohhh,” I said and laughed at myself.  What a difference a letter makes!  No need to be offended.

When the RV pulled up to a gas pump I saw the side of the bus, er, RV and read “Gothic Hip Hop.”  The combination of the artwork and group name terrified me just a little bit.  The driver stepped out of the vehicle and his arms were covered in tattoos.  By all appearances this was not a group I would voluntarily listen to.   As I was going in to pay, a little old lady was taking pictures of the RV.  “Dang me!” I almost said aloud.  I left my phone in the car so I couldn’t take any pictures.  I had to say the group’s name over and over again so that I wouldn’t forget before I could post it to my Facebook status.  I also made a mental note to look up the website and check out what kind of genre gothic hip hop is.

Yesterday I finally remembered to check out the website.  It scared the patootsies out of me.  If you’re wondering what a patootsie is, it’s a medical term.  The exact meaning is something that ought not to be scared out of you.  No, I don’t recommend this website to the faint of heart.

I left before the RV did so our paths crossed just for that short amount of time.  Just long enough to give me something to blog about.

If you’re wondering about the Sugarland concert, let me just say, it was one of the best concerts I’ve ever been to.  Despite the tragedy that had happened just a week earlier in Indiana, every member of the band was professional and the show went on.  My seat wasn’t bad except for the fact that I’m only 5’2” (thank you Grandma).  When everyone sat, I could see fine.  But we only sat for the first half then the people in front of me decided to stand.  Two rows in front of me was the Jolly Green Giant minus the green.  He and his lady love enjoyed the concert immensely and often swayed with the music.  This meant I had to sway opposite him to see the stage.  It’s fun being short.

I did wonder about them when the band sung the song “Stay.”  This song is about a mistress begging her married lover to stay with her instead of returning to his wife (I know, real uplifting.  But it has a nice melody).  Giant and his girl got close and lovey-dovey prompting me to think maybe they were in a similar situation or had gone through something like that.  I’ll never know for sure but it doesn’t matter.  I came up with a whole back-story for them that probably isn’t exactly true.  When you’re short and the only thing you can see is the back of the Giant, you have to amuse yourself.

Again, it isn’t so much what you experience, but what you can blog about the experience.  This was my last mini-road trip for a couple of weeks.  I guess I’ll have to find something else to blog about.