An Unexpected Adventure in New York State.

There are the plans we have for ourselves. And then there are the plans the universe has for us.
Despite the heavy rain in Rhode Island, the boyfriend, Chipotle (my cat), and I set out on a 9-hour road trip across Massachusetts and New York State to arrive in Ontario’s capital city of Toronto. That was our plan, anyway.
As we crossed the Massachusetts border into New York state, the heavy rain turned to heavy sleet. And then the heavy sleet turned to heavy snow. I went from 75 MPH to 65 MPH and then down to 50, 40 and then 30. Before long, the slick roads arrested traffic to a skidding and sliding crawl.
Four hours into our road trip, we exited in the town of Schenectady, NY. Almost immediately, my car got stuck in a drift. The boyfriend pushed, and a few minutes later, we were fortunate enough to come across a roadside motel. It’s the type of place where rooms are typically rented by the hour or by the month. One online review revealed that a previous guest had accidentally stuck her hand in semen-of-unknown origin when reaching for a towel. Since the unit with the heart-shaped tub was already occupied, we settled for simpler accommodations in the back of the building – grateful that the pet-unfriendly hotel allowed my dog. It was a roof over our heads, and we’ll leave it at that.
Painful as it might sound, we had a lot of fun. After checking for bedbugs, we ordered greasy pizza and watched Wendy Williams. Holding my boyfriend in one arm and a pizza box in the other, I remember thinking that life couldn’t get better than this.
Once the country music (finally) died down in the adjacent hotel room, I caught some sleep. The three of us made it through the night unscathed, and it’s now early in the morning. It’s time to press on with our journey, and likely arrive in Canada sometime after lunch. That’s our plan, anyway.