Sorry it's been a bit since I posted, but I've been settling into Boulder. I wanted to write this post so I could 1. alleviate the growing sense of guilt I've had for not writing it and 2. tell you about fucking Kansas.
Our last day of driving was all Kansas, all the time. Seriously. Once we got to Colorado, it was only like an hour and a half til we made it to Boulder. I think we were in Kansas for like 10 goddamn hours.
The morning was uneventful. The most intense thing was Jillian trying to keep Steve Colt from vaulting over her seat and into her lap. We listened to the last Rose Buddies episodes of Bachelorette Canada, Jillian showed me the Chris D'Elia podcast and then we started listening to Missing Richard Simmons.
During the first episode, we decided to stop in Hays, Kansas for some Taco Bell.
Stopping was our first fatal flaw. (Editors Note: Not actually fatal.)
After parking in the Taco Bell lot to eat in the car, I went to turn the car back on, but it would only click.
"Your battery is dead," Jillian said, in the world-weary voice of a woman whose Volvo dies about every two weeks.
My younger, wiser sister coached me through calling AAA, which she has on speed dial, and because Hays, Kansas is too small to have AAA Roadside assistance, they sent a partner who jumped our battery.
We drove for an hour to charge the battery, but we were running low on gas.
Here is something I learned about Kansas. When you are driving, you basically need to start thinking about filling up your car again the moment you leave the first gas station. I would start looking with a half a tank left and it would take that entire half tank until we hit a new station.
Which is how we got to Park.
With about a quarter tank left, I Googled nearby gas stations and found one in a place called Park, Kansas. I was a little nervous about turning off the car to fuel up, but we figured it was probably charged.
When we got to Park Petro Co., I realized that the gas station scene in Texas Chainsaw Massacre was actually filmed in Kansas. Go figure.
It would only take me walking around the entire building, complete with handwritten "Shotgun Security" sign and old-fashioned pumps to realize that Uncle Google had steered us wrong and taken us to an abandoned station.
But when I went to start the car and find a new place, the car wouldn't start.
We called AAA again, but were fortunately saved by an awesome Auburn fan who jumped the car for us.
From then, we left the car running at every station we want to (which was scary, but necessary). Turns out my battery couldn't take the cold and I got a new one in Boulder from an awesome AAA guy who gave me advice on driving in the snow.
This blog post is sponsored by AAA.
The other thing about driving through Kansas was the wind was ridiculous. I ended up driving the whole day because I was the only one who could white knuckle the steering wheel for 8 hours. As soon as we hit the border for Colorado, the wind stopped.
The rest of the drive was easy, and we got to Boulder Sunday night.
My new house is this super cute bungalow in a really nice area of North Boulder. I have awesome roommates and all the pets (there are two other dogs here) get along wonderfully. SC loves the big yard and AP has claimed every corner of the house as her own.
Monday was spent going to Target and getting things to organize my room. On Monday night JB and I went to Denver to watch The Bachelor at a viewing party. Raven should have won.
On Tuesday, JB and I got breakfast in Downtown Boulder, then we grabbed SC and went for a hike in the Flat Irons. Both of us forgot our inhalers so we barely made it very far. Turns out hiking mountains = not easy. I think my Laziest Girl in Boulder moniker is going to stick around for a while.
Jill flew home Tuesday afternoon and I did some more shopping.
Today is my first day of work and I can't wait. Wish me luck.