I Can't Make This Crap Up
I'm just going to come out and say it: I've been slacking. I've been out here enjoying my time living on the bus, and selfishly, I haven't been blogging much. Kyle has been doing Day Vlogs for the past week on our YouTube Channel, and I haven't been keeping up with the written word end. I'm a big slacky slacker, but that ends now. In fact, I'm going to be writing daily blogs to make it up to you. Bonus? I'm going to catch you up on the past couple of days, because A LOT has happened and, well, I want to share.
As you know, we got to Charlottesville, VA and have been parked in front of my sister Cali's house for a few weeks while we work and explore. Kyle has secured another mural here in Charlottesville, so it's looking like we'll be here a while longer. I'm not mad about it in the slightest, because A) Kyle getting work is always excellent, and B) Cali is my best friend and being around her is my favorite thing. That being said, Kyle and I knew we needed to go have an adventure while he waits for his spray paint to ship to Cali's. Bus life is fantastic and so is Cali (and Charlottesville, for that matter), but we were running out of content, and we didn't build a bus just to park it at my sisters. We had talked about exploring the Blue Ridge Mountains, but then I had an epiphany: I know photographers all the way up the east coast. That was all it took. We sent out a few messages and charted a route from Charlottesville to NYC and back.
On Thursday (May 17th) we woke up and got ready to head out of C-ville. We filled the water jug for our pump sink, emptied our grey water, took out the trash, and prepared to empty the port-a-potty for the first time. Kyle had been teasing me that morning that he "does all the work" (which, if I'm honest, he does do the bulk of the heavy lifting) so I volunteered to do the job that both of us had been dreading since we bought the bus.
The directions looked easy enough - the port-o-potty separates into the top portion that you sit on, and a holding tank on the bottom that contains the waste. The holding tank has a nozzle which you just aim at a flushable toilet, unscrew the cap, and let it empty out. Cool. I got this. I double checked with Cali's husband to make sure he was ok with us emptying our toilet into his, assuring him that it should be a simple, no-muss ordeal, though it might stink up the bathroom for a minute. He was cool with it, and off I went. I walked in, aimed the nozzle, removed the cap, and the nozzle flew off the holding tank at which point the contents emptied all over the floor, and my legs, and just all over everything.
It all happened so fast, and I was in shock before I even wrapped my mind around what had gone wrong. In hindsight, I think I was more in shock because I felt so awful for just emptying a bucket of poop on my sister's bathroom floor than I was because of the actual poop. I mean, I felt so. bad. I kicked off my shoes, ran down the stairs and shouted out to Kyle for help (he was filming the vlog at the time. He came to my aid immediately, and bless his heart, he never gave me shit about it (sorry, I had to). Luckily for me, I'm surrounded by rational people. Kyle came in with his chemical mask and helped me clean, disinfect, and chill out. Cali and Tony understood (shit happens, amiright? Ok, I'm done).
It's always crazy to me when something traumatic happens and after it's over you realize the world just keeps spinning. We took care of the situation and life moved on. We were all laughing about it before long, and now you can laugh about it too.
Full vlog below - Hear me shout for help at 3:09.