SO-early Friday morning--I hit the road to make the 560 mile journey to join in the joyous celebration. When you have 9 hours of alone time--in a confined space--you may learn a great deal about yourself----ACCOMPLISHED!
I openly admit to my mental diagnosis of OCD---it's not all bad---but I thought I was on the right side of the crazy bar---turns out I was WRONG! I seem to be suffering from MPD induced by nine hours in crazy traffic.
The day began with my being near normal--as close as I ever get and then I hit the DFW rush hour traffic--approximately 5 minutes into the trip. NO--I kept it together---Miss Nice Person--please you go first---"Oh Yes I will allow you to zoom around all the rest of the waiting traffic and break in--I am sure your time is much more precious than any of the others---so PLEASE you go first." My "Play by the rules" personality was front and center. OH---we all like this person--she is so nice! Obey all the laws and rules WITH a smile on my face!
The day wore on and I began to wear down and who should show up but the game player. Brought on by mile upon mile of boring-flat country and lighter traffic--this person likes to find a target in the distant horizon and play catch up and pass. I find my foot becoming heavy and the little needle over in the red zone. The need for speed and to be out front play out as the Grand Prix of I-49. Miss Nice Person has morphed into Miss Competitive.
As I begin to see the sights of South Louisiana--alligators, swamps, bayous--I can only think of all the delicious food I am going to enjoy. And THEN--I hit Baton Rouge Traffic. Louisiana is a poor state and the road infrastructure has been out-grown-with no funds to expand--Baton Rouge since Hurricane Katrina is a quagmire. Miss Cool Calm and Collected became slightly irate--out of patience and muttering under my breath. After 30 minutes on the Mississippi River bridge in stand still traffic, Miss Out-raged made her debut. I sit totally alone in the car carrying on a tirade against all the traffic engineers as well as the lame drivers. Who knew I could rant and rave with the most obnoxious?
At long last---the Super Dome is in sight--and the thoughts of unfolding as I emerge from the prison cell my little car has become are keeping me from pulling a Dukes of Hazard's move and flying over the edge of the interstate. THEN--I hit downtown New Orleans traffic. Miss Over The Edge who is an hysterical, babbling maniac has turned me into someone I do not recognize. Thirty minutes later after sitting at 3 different lights while they change multiple times with very little forward movement, I no longer recognize myself. By this time, I am ready to leave my car in the middle of the road and walk to the hotel.
FINALLY--I arrive at the hotel--Miss Over The Edge hands the keys to the valet and WAA-LAA Miss Nice and Normal re-emerges.
Perhaps if I refrain from driving more than a couple of hours--Miss Nice and Normal will keep the others at bay! BUT the GOOD NEWS---what a joyous and wonderful weekend with my loved ones as we celebrate Amanda and John's wedding! We all---the entire package of me---loved every minute of the weekend!
Know this, my beloved brothers: let every person be quick to hear, slow to speak, slow to anger; for the anger of man does not produce the righteousness of God.