An entire day, people. All. To. Myself.
I could play music as loud as I want and not have to worry about waking anybody up from a nap. I could eat what I want without my more-health-conscious-than-me wife turning her nose up to it. I could go to a store and not have to tell anyone to be careful and not touch anything.
Once my brother and I were out of the house, my mom was notorious for setting out in the car and having no idea where she was going. I don't mean this in a direction sense but rather that she would start driving and just go where the road took her. She'd be home when she got home.
So I did all of this.
After a hearty Taco Bell breakfast (which was amazing, by the way), I grabbed some music for the road and headed south. What does a day-to-myself road trip playlist look like, you ask? Today it included the New Monkees self-titled album, the Beastie Boys Paul's Boutique, and Johnny Cash's Live at San Quentin album.
I decided to head to Charleston, home of my old stomping grounds at EIU. This wasn't the kind of day for a quick trip down the interstate so I wound my way through the back roads for an hour or so until I hit Old Main.
With no real agenda, I decided to do some junk shopping. I hadn't done much of that this summer and last I knew, Charleston has a few decent resale and pawn shops. Long story short, after hitting up a half-dozen places, my haul included nothing more than a Hardy Boys book, the novelization of Spies Like Us, and a cup from Marty's (one of my favorite college hang-outs in Charleston).
At one store, I saw a framed picture of two guys with Colonel Sanders. I truly regret not buying it.
This trip was going to be worth my while though. There was no doubt about it. Junk store haul aside, a quick stop at McHugh's Double-Drive Thru made the hour drive worth every second. I have yet to find a burger that I love more than a McHugh's burger.
Taking the back roads north, I was back home just before 1:00. Still four hours to go before my wife was to get home. To the basement I went, wasting my afternoon away with Eazy-E and the Wu-Tang Clan playing at top volume and a flip through some old photos (naturally, after a drive through the EIU campus).
Looking through the photo albums, I realized that I took selfies in colleges before selfies were selfies. I guess I'm a trendsetter.
The day went from great to better when Amy and I had the chance to go out to dinner by ourselves. No high chairs. No cups of milk. No coloring on place mats. With live music playing on the street corner behind us, it was a beautiful night with my beautiful wife.
The Summer of Tim continues...