Wyanita

In 3 weeks, my cousin is getting married, and I sort of made my sisters a promise that I would fly back out to Winnipeg for the wedding. The wedding is in 3 weeks (08/08/08) and I have no money, so I came up with a plan. I am leaving on the evening of the 5th and hitch-hiking out west, hopefully I am able to thumb down someone "yellowheading" it out all the way, that would make it so much easier. It seems I always get myself into these situations, being a man of honour. I have work booked off until the 11th, which is not a lot of time. I told my boss that I'd be heading out for an adventure on the road and she just asked me if I was sure it was the best idea. I told her that I knew it wasn't, but I made a promise.
I am going to be honest, I am afraid. The last time I did something like this, I had just finished reading Kerouac's On The Road and not unlike ol' Sal, I was really excited to head out to meet someone that I had heard about in letters, and through mutual friends, and just like ol' Sal, I grabbed a bag full of clothes, and 50 dollars. I didn't really think about the fact that 50 dollars in 1947 and 50 dollars in 2003 were not actually the same thing. It was both horrible, and incredible at the same time, which is a lot to take, if you sit down and think about it. Unfortunately, I didn't take much time to sit down and think about anything the last time I left, which left me feeling slightly crazy, and those ol' feelings are sort of similar to the feelings I get now when i think about what I've got to do in a little less than three weeks.
This whole wedding situation is actually making my stomache shake in the same way that it shakes when I climb really tall buildings (or trees, or bridges, or cliffs) and look down, I have no idea how I am going to get myself out of this. I don't even know what to bring as a wedding present, because other than a few "hey, cuz" posts on walls, my cousin and I haven't talked since we were 9 years old, and even then, it was just about stickin' cards in the spokes so our bicycles would roar like motorcycles.
It's strange, I guess, how distance can make strangers out of best friends and family, even, and I guess that is the real reason my stomache shakes when I think about the next few weeks.