We're Not Quite 'On The Road' Yet...

...or even near it for that matter. It is a speck on the horizon of monetary injustice. We live in the second most wealthy county in all of the United States, yet we fail. No money to our names. Well, maybe a few coins and a five pound note from England two years ago. Our gypsy yard sale is off in the distance, and the market for tears is rather low. I, Katy, cannot access my email which holds not only our confirmation that we requested to make a reservation [oh the complications], but also our reference number. Essentially, we are plagued by the same technology which enabled us to be exposed to genius. Irony or simply bad luck? Either way, we are at a momentary standstill. We are in need of money, and with Katy quitting her job and Becca working for the man every night and day (TM), the prospects are well, none. Luckily, after being raised on the credit-based budgeting logic, Katy will charge the hotel reservation with money neither have. A wise plan? Most definitely. A safe plan? Perhaps. The most important thing to us is perseverance - nothing more, nothing less.

We will find our path to the Hotel Chelsea. We will prove to ourselves and others everything, and nothing. There you go, take it, leave it or burn it.

P.S. Katy plans to attend a Bob Dylan concert on the Sunday of the week of our trip. She will then be living in a cardboard box. And not showering.


Good night and have a pleasant life.

-Katy & Becca