Country Mouse, City Mouse

The assignment seemed simple:  drive to Omaha and pick up our Color Run packets to avoid having to get up way too early on Saturday morning to stand in a long line.  And what then?  Where do you put your packet while you're running?  Carry it with or make the long trek back to the car? No, thanks.

I picked Adrienne up just after 5pm and we were both excited about the fun road trip ahead of us.  Because usually, road trips are just that, especially with us. 

The drive to the edge of Omaha was fine.  Soon enough, though, we found ourselves driving in the wrong direction in this foreign city.  People were speeding by (seriously, SPEEDING) and swerving in and out of traffic.  In my opinion, Omaha has the craziest of drivers.  I found myself holding my breath as we exited to turn around.  I found it amusing (not at the time, of course) how Adrienne and I would scream at all the same things.  And it wasn't always ourselves that we found in danger; we'd scream when two cars a mile ahead of us would nearly collide.  Kyler's head was folded to the side and drool was running down his face, as he was fast asleep nearly the entire time.  Mae was playing games on the DS, paying little to no attention to our screaming, oh-my-godding and random curse words.  It's as if she thought we were dramatic or something. 

After not finding Peak Performance, stopping and chatting with the nice folks at Dick Blick, then finding out that there are two North 78th streets (why?!), we completed our task.  We were able to take a few deep breaths before trying to find our way home.  Neither of us were excited about it, but it was oddly easy to get out of Omaha.  Getting into it was like jumping into a pit of hungry gators.  Getting out of it was like leaving the family gathering after a Thanksgiving feast.  Omaha waved us goodbye, gave us great big hugs and told us to have a safe trip.

So now I find myself in quite a bind.  We must drive once more to Omaha tomorrow for the Color Run and there are thousands of people expected to be there.  Do I displace more vertebrate in my neck and back while enduring another stressful drive, or do I let Kenny take over?  Both options horrify me.