Phoenix to Huntington Beach

I love waking up early to drive. Obviously, it's not something I'd want to do on a regular basis. Like, for work or something. But for a vacation once or twice a year, for a special occassion, I love it. I feel like I'm maximizing my time, making the most of it � especially when I'm flying. Why sleep until 8 or 9 to take a late morning flight when you can be there by noon, including a nap on the plane? But driving, you get up early, leave at sunrise � or before � and you make good time � hours, miles � before half the world around you has even hit the snooze button. Traffic isn't a problem, and you've got a jump on the day.

Driving through the desert before dawn was something. There was that sense that things were beginning to stir, that the day was about to begin, even before the sun crested the eastern horizon and began baking the sand and rock. It made the dull brown cliffs in the distance glow orange, the dark sky above transformed to a deep blue, then sapphire, then azure. I sped west, trying to get to the Pacific before the sun really made the blacktop sizzle.

This trip five years ago was undertaken before the widespread proliferation of cell phones. My family had one: a gray, bulky thing that you needed a fanny pack or other small bag to carry around with you. Your pocket was out of the question; a belt holster would add three inches to your width. Roaming charges were horrendous, so my mother had bestowed it upon me "only for emergencies." I ended up using it frivolously once, in South Bend, to tell them I was watching the filming of an Adidas commercial in which Joe Montana was supposed to appear. But not having a cell phone meant that I had to use pay phones or the phones of people I was visiting to make calls, and receive them. People called me at the homes of friends and relatives, in hotels, to arrange when I'd come to their place. In meeting Mike and Barb in California, I had to make three phone calls in order to reach them in San Diego. When they made it up to L.A., they had to track me down at a cousin's house, Karen surprised for a moment, then handing me the phone and saying, "It's for you!"

But now, now we're accessible anywhere, anytime, without disturbing our hosts � unless of course the phone rings at the dinner table.

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You have a dominant kiss- you take charge and make
sure your partner can feel it! Done artfully,
it can be very satisfactory if he/she is into
you playing the dominant role MEORW!

What kind of kiss are you?
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