Matt Mead Life: December 2008

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Tempe Bound - Game Time

We lost 21-42.

At the beginning some people jumped out of a plane and landed in the stadium.

After every touchdown they lit some fireworks... real fireworks.

Alright. I'm not going to write much because I'm really tired and just want to go to that block party to bring in the new year. Happy 2008, hope it was a good one. Here's to making 2009 better.

Tempe Bound - Second Day

We woke up at 6:45 a.m. to get to Mesa, AZ by 10 p.m. at the latest. I took the first leg of driving. The other two were pretty tired.

Around 10 a.m. we hit the plains of Denver, mountains and plateaus on both sides. It was a lot easier to drive during the day. We kept a constant speed of 83 mph and decided if any of us got pulled over we would split the cost of the ticket.

After driving a few hours, we stopped at a janky rest stop to stretch our legs.

I noticed that the southern part of Colorado looks almost exactly like all of Nebraska, just more appealing.

We finally got into New Mexico. There were tons of casinos and a lot of pueblo houses. I think the barricades in the middle of the road were even made out of dried mud.

We finally got into Arizona before the sun had set and had a good view from the Sonic we stopped at. I highly recommend the extra long coney dog. The strawberry limeaide was kind of gross.

While driving down the mountains the Prius got over 100 mpg. Not even kidding.

We got to our condo safe. However, there was no jacuzzi and the showers were cold.

Monday, December 29, 2008

Tempe Bound - Day Uno

Trevor and I left the cities around 3:30... bad idea. Traffic was terrible.

I'll skip the boring drive through Iowa and fast forward 7 and a half hours to when we arrived in Nebraska. After picking up Austin and getting him some MacDon's we made a stop at WalMart to get some sandwich stuff for the drive to Denver.

Soon after we completed the making of our 17 or so turkey sandwiches, Trevor and Austin fell asleep on the couches, I got the floor (it was a personal choice... a bad one).

We got an early start on our day. Going an average rate of 83 mph, there wasn't too much going on with Nebraska. It was a nice day and we noticed that, even though it was 55 degrees out, there were still locals ice fishing on the tiny ponds we passed. As we got deeper into the state, it seemed like we lost track of civilization.

Every now and then there would be a janky rest stop where we switched drivers and stretched our legs.

The Prius is performing like a champ. With gas being around only $1.50 a gallon, it is really cheap to fill up; although, we only needed to fill up twice since we left.

We stopped for a rest break in a town where Austin's family supposedly had stayed once before. It was everything I had expected it to be.

We arrived into Denver around 3:30 p.m. and decided to go get some pizza in the mountains. Delicious. The "locals" put honey on the fluffy crust and eat it like a dessert.