azurelunatic, on the freeway, with the convertible.

[azurelunatic]

So last night I picked votania (in all her cloaked, caped, be-dragoned glory) up from the airport.

And I had the car.

And I left at 9:07 or so.

Lunatic, who hasn't driven particularly much since leaving Alaska in 2000. In unfamiliar car, which I've driven less than ten times. On the freeway (Alaska does not have freeways as such). In the dark. To somewhere I've never driven before in the light.

Did I mention the unfamiliar car? And the way it jiggles a little as it drives? It's old and not in the best repair.

Oh, and huge semis approaching me, pulling in front of me, passing me, driving alongside me...

And it's dark. Did I mention the part about the dark? And about how the rear window-panel in the convertible top is yellowed and cracked and translucent, but not transparent?


Thank gods for Darkside's careful work on me. I battled down two panic attacks at the very least, and arrived safely.

Then I called Mama and FatherSir and told them that I survived.